My Valentine's Day

So I guess today is my Valentine's Day.

Or something like that.

I'm sitting in bed, eating Dove chocolate hearts (Believe in those you love and Be a little mysterious.) I'm listening to Nat King Cole. I'm wearing red pajamas. I have a warm cat at my feet. My day was awful except for the past...hour? two hours? It was certainly rough, but it was of my own doing.

And those damn bags.

Seriously, WalMart, let's invest in some nicer bags. Can we not just pay a little bit more for some extra plastic to make certain that each bag opens as it should? To make certain that each bag stays together even when I put a pencil in it? Is that too much to ask?!

Back to Valentine's Day.

"Celebrate family and friends."

I watched this video tonight from SoulPancake (which is a really awesome site Rainn Wilson has helped to coordinate) and the video was all about love. Made me cry. Maybe I cried because I'm overly emotional right now, or maybe I cried because it really was a touching video. You be the judge. I posted it on Facebook, but I'll link you here, too. Why? Because, well, it's just that good. Watch it. Right now. HERE. Be warned, you may very well cry if you have a heart.

"Despite a common misconception, true love exists."

When I think about love, many things physically happen subconsciously.
1. My tongue presses hard against the back of my teeth. This hurts a lot.
2. I cry.
3. I reach for cats.
4. I write lists.
5. I call someone to cuddle.

Wait? Is that like saying that thinking about love is like making booty calls for cuddling? ...one will never know.

This Valentine's Day, I will be at school. I will be working. I will visit the Y after class. I will carry on my routine as usual for this semester.

Maybe something will change. Maybe it won't. Odds are against me in the changing habit category, but all it really takes is one moment. One person. You can change it all.

Valentine's Day 2013: A day for change. (and not for change that results in fatteh 2013 edition.)

I did not actually call someone to cuddle. But I wish I did.

Because It's New And I Can

Therefore I want to.

But what do I want to? Is it wanting to do something? Is it wanting to go somewhere? Is it wanting to eat something? It is wanting to say something? Does it have to do with doing a thing, or is it doing a person? Does it revolve around adopting a dog and grooming the dog to show and win many blue ribbons? What kind of dog would I adopt to do such competitions? Do dogs actually enjoy shows like this?

Imagine if we were dogs: your owner has suddenly decided that you should be washed, trimmed, and promenaded around in a circle. Does this make you feel of worth? Or is it it demeaning to your every being? Does it ruin every ounce of life that you live for? Does it make the cats greater beings than you? Do you enjoy walking with your tail up, exposing everything you hold private on your body to the world? Do you have no sense of pride? Or does the prancing about in the circle increase your sense of pride?

Or perhaps I am wanting to eat a brand new flavor of ice cream. Is it a chocolate base? Maybe it's a bizarre flavor of ice cream as my base, such as peanut butter, caramel, butter pecan (which should never be an ice cream flavor to begin with. Whoever thought that disgusting ice cream should be littered with pecans that have an unpleasant crunch and completely contradict all that ice cream stands for? Clearly the ice cream scientist in question has a cruel sense of humor.) Maybe I'm not wanting to eat a brand new flavor of ice cream at all, but rather invent a new flavor of ice cream. Does Edy's still offer the game online where you run a city solely operated on revenue from the ice cream factory? You had to make sure that the cartons for the ice cream were visually appealing, the ice cream was actually a decent flavor (obviously NOT butter pecan), and that the name was clever and pleasing to the ear.

Or it could be that what's new and I'm partaking in because I can is a new album being listened to for the first time.

This is far too simple.

And yet true. Andrew Bird. Break it Yourself.

It is love.