Down With Love..?

So today is February 14th. I've really never been that into Valentine's Day and also never really properly celebrated it. The few times that I've been in a relationship during the month of February I've conveniently been out of town for the actual day. Therefore any celebrations that did occur were very laid back and completely unorthodox as far as "tradition" of the holiday goes. And I'm okay with that.

To be completely honest I'm a pretty big commitment phobe. I don't like change and so anyway I can prevent change from ever occurring is pretty okay by me. And if that means avoiding relationships, that's fine. I'm also scared shitless of the L-word. It's a pretty big thing for me to tell someone that I love them in that sense. I'm realizing that this makes me more like a guy than anything. But oh well. I feel like when it all boils down, the common theme is Valentine's Day freaks me out.

However as I rode the shuttle to and from Ambler today there was something that melted my cold heart a bit. It was honestly a sea of red. Red balloons, boxes of candy, teddy bears, flowers, the works. I truly believe that Valentine's Day is an extremely over commercialized holiday (it's worse than Christmas) and I don't understand why people need just one day a year to remind the person that they love and care about that they're thinking of them. Shouldn't you love that person unconditionally the other 364 days of the year too?

But today's sight washed away these thoughts. It was sweet to see all the people up and down the sidewalks of North Broad Street caring about others. And I thought to myself, maybe it's not such a bad thing to have one designated day out of the year to make sure the one you love knows you care. I mean it would get pretty expensive buying a dozens roses, candy, and going out to dinner every other weekend!

Even though I had new insight this holiday I don't think I'm converted into a Valentine's Day lover quite yet but I will say I don't hate it quite as much as I did February 13th.

So maybe Valentine's Day isn't as bad after all. It's just a perspective thing.

If only I were profound...

So here's the deal. I often think about writing in this silly thing but when I open a new post to record my thoughts I find that I am a very unoriginal and a not so creative person. I don't have too many profound thoughts that I wish to share with the world and it seems that nothing exceedingly interesting happens in my life that I deem it necessary to jot in my blog.

However, in a desperate measure to make this blog work I referred to the blog I had throughout high school: my dear, old Livejournal. It was fun going down memory lane but it was also a bit of a surprise to me how much I had to say back then. Some of the things I chose to write about are serious concerns for a teenage girl, and that's fine. But other things I wrote about, I don't know, it just surprised me how I adult I sounded. It kind of dissapointed me that I know longer had thoughts like these but then I had a revelation. A lot of my ramblings in my Livejournal were because I was upset or worried about something so maybe, just maybe, this is a positive thing. Maybe my life is just so amazing (with a side of insanely busy) that I have no need for a blog. Or at least I don't have the same use for a blog that I once did. But that does not mean the end of blogging career. No, not in the least. I am determined to find a new use. Hopefully it won't take too long! So until then I'll leave you a link my ridiculous Livejournal so you can amuse yourselves. It's pretty amusing. Oh lord my life.


Ciao loves.