Christopher and Captain Imperfecto
February 13, 2015
This is a satire
It’s Saint Valentines Day, February 14th, for many people around the world who will be celebrating that little bastard…err cherub. Why is it only Christmas that has one miserable old man, Ebenezer Scrooge? For, Saint Valentine’s Day, has so many more miserable people, at all ages, who will just say the same thing that old geezer has been saying for a century on the Christmas holiday, “Bah! Humbug!”
Maybe you’re single, in a divorce, crappy relationship, or just not happy with who you are with. Being uninterested or uninteresting can make a lot of people feel unhappy. So we should all start by loving ourselves. That is right! You have tolerated yourself for years! When, maybe, others couldn’t tolerate you for decades. So why not celebrate all things you this Valentine’s Day?
Buy yourself some chocolate. Go eat some ice cream. Find some flower vender on the side of the road and shower the seller with money as you smother yourself in the sweet smell of flowers or roses.
Be happy with you! Love yourself. After all you have your, real life, beating heart right there smack dab in the middle of your chest. Be good to yourself. Realize this Valentine’s Day that no matter how bad a relationship you have had, or have, that you have the best of the best, you have, YOU! And that ain’t bad.
It’s worse when someone doesn’t value who you are as a person. And buying a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolate, only once a year, doesn’t demonstrate your value in the least. Their action throughout an entire year is what counts. Sorry ladies, Valentine’s Day is a sham. Men are being told to celebrate you once a year when you deserved to be celebrated all year round.
This blog isn’t about being bitter for anything or anyone who has found love. Because love is a bonding, loving, occurrence and when you decided to break off that love from your soul and give it to someone else who doesn’t care can be more than heartbreaking. The results of breaking away a piece of you can be devastating to your body to the point where you think you can’t breathe because someone rejected your love.
Your love just wasn’t meant for that person. So you, we, all of us, press on and while we move on, we return to loving ourselves. We learn to grow back the part of our heart and soul that we gave the other person while watching that person take our love for granted and we make progress to healing.
As people we accept that heartache as a part of life. We live and learn. But we only learn long enough until someone else comes back in our life and we rip those stitches out of the chest, killing all that healing, and dissolving any head way we made of accepting the loss of the prior person we gave our heart to, before THIS person, who just waltzed in on Valentine’s Day, decided they wanted some heart action from you. So after wining and dining, on Valentine’s Day, you suspect that their intentions aren’t genuine and leaving you to think about their future disappointments that this NEW person may hand down to you. So, you just go back to loving youself because, loving yourself is what’s the best, for us, and then we heal our heart again. Well, you know what? “Bah! Humbug!”
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