My days went well usually filled with friends and laughter and little bits of gossip. On there own they were fine, little ordinary glimpses into a life. But each day was more or less the same, and when I strung together the days that passed they formed nothing. Nothing that resembled a plot, or even a simple story.  In fact my entire life just seemed like the part at the very beginning of a novel, the part where you meet the protagonist, nothing interesting has happened to her yet, nothing really worth reading about, but you know the story will get there, you read the back cover of the book afterall. Who would buy a novel on the premise of the first chapter? But i dont have much choice to do otherwise, I can't read the cliffhanger synopsis on the back of my life, as much as I might sometimes want to. All I can do is trust that my life will suddenly become an unexpected whirlwind of excitment without me having to lift a finger. Now is that so very much to ask?

Ahh valentines day! If there was ever a day that could either make you feel like you were the most important person on the planet or the most unworthy loser, this my friends would be it. Perhaps it's my perpetully single inner cat lady talking but what's all the fuss about anyways? It's like they say " Valentines day is a ploy to sell greeting cards and candy !" an expression becoming as cliche as the lovey dovey holiday it's calling out. But when if comes down to it, is not our enjoyment of saint valentines day directly linked to whether were one of those people recieving the over sized Teddy bears or coveted heart shaped boxes of chocolate? ( just a little side note, these totally all go on sale on the 15th, especially the heart shaped chocolateboxes).
As a highschool student I can see the competitive side of valentines day. Along with the brilliant fundeaisin scheme of selling roses and candy grams for delivery in the big day comes the new scale by which to evaluate others, by flowers and coversation hearts (which if you ask me taste like chalk). Girls all claim they aren't expecpting any, and that of course who would get them one. But student council president (aka Cupid) rolls around toting a basket brimming with red roses every girl in the rooms heart rises up into her throat, imaging that one of them ( or the whole basket for all the drama queens out there) is for her, from some totally amazing guy she somehow managed to completely overlook in a see of hormone driven jerks. But all those girls dreams get crushed as the girls with boyfriends get a rose plopped on their desks, and a few others with ones sent from friends. So th single hopefuls scour inwardly but awe appropreately to their recipient friends, cooing at how sweet Johny is for thinking of Beth, and aww that's nice of Ana to get you one Mel (meanwhile your thinking looser).
So now not only is valentines day a way in which to boost consumerism but a way to lower the esteem and self worth of single girls.
So in conclusion, I reject Valentines day in it's entirety! But as I type that a little voice in the back of my head contests, the same little voice which will likely have it's proverbial fingers crossed as the basket of roses arrive to my homeroom.
xox
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