I hate being told what to do. It is childish and perverse and contrary of me, I know, but as soon as someone tells me what I should do/think/say/feel, I want to NOT do that thing and instead do the exact opposite.
So naturally, I hate Valentine’s Day.
Don’t tell me what day I should celebrate the person I love most. I’ll decide on my own, thank you very much.
I resist celebrating this holiday with everything in me.
Matt thinks this is funny, and therefore gives me Valentine’s presents and cards that say things like “I know it’s your favorite holiday”…
Then I begrudgingly get him gifts as well, but I give them to him on the 15th because I am nothing if not a stubborn pain in the ass.
In reality, though, the fact that he persists in making a big deal out of a day he knows I think is dumb also makes me begrudgingly love him more. I know that it is my very resistance to this holiday that makes him celebrate it as thoroughly as possible, and I do find that funny. Contrary to my bones, I am. And a true romantic, to boot.
And, man, I do love him. Not just today, but every day. More on other days than today, in fact. Today he mostly annoys me with his gifts and cards and flowers.
If I did have to send Valentine’s Day cards, these are the ones I would want to send!