I have never been infatuated with Valentine’s Day. Or any holiday.
- Warning: Holiday Hater ahead.
Cupid fans can X out now.
I’m not a nonconformist. I just don’t buy commercialism.
The holidays are monopolized by card creators, jewelry junkies, sweet sellers, and petal pushers.
Valentine’s Day? Is that even a real holiday?
Give me Memorial Day, Veterans Day, and Thanksgiving.
You can keep Valentines’ Day. You can ignore my birthday too.
The day I was born? July 16th, 1966. So what? It’s just another day to me.
- Editor’s note:
Being a twin, my birthday has never been my very own special day .
All I did on that day was show up. Late.
I should call my mom, thank and gift HER on that day.
Give me Mother’s Day. I’ve earned it. I’ll celebrate that holiday. Again, no flowers or fluff, just a little time to myself.
The time is coming.
- I will get through the heart-filled, arrow-flinging day without seeing red.
Don’t misread me.
I believe in love. If that’s what Valentine’s Day represents?
As a matter of fact, I believe in love enough to get married twice.
That red-letter day is coming too. I think.
Neither my husband nor I remember the exact day we married, but it is sometime in March. I think.
I’m not a big fan of holidays, anniversaries, or traditional celebrations.
I memorialize life in the untraditional way.
I celebrate every day. The party is over soon enough.
REDdy or not.