I’m not quite back up to full speed, but I’m getting there.
There’s still a cough and a runny nose, but not nearly so much as there was. My head was aching through all of Thursday and Friday, and that’s also gone.
I dunno if it’s the ColdFX stuff that I picked up on Friday or just that this thing has run its course. Either way, I’m on the mend.
And as a result, I’m suddenly finding myself with a whole lot of energy. After lying around all week and sleeping whenever I wasn’t working, I’ve been fairly productive today. Got groceries, washed a bunch of dishes, and done some general housekeeping. I looked in the mirror a short while ago, and I actually look well rested for the first time in…well, a long time.
Yay! Just in time for Valentine’s Day. Not that I have anyone to spend it with. And not that I care.
Like Christmas, Valentine’s Day is one of those holidays that annoys me somewhat, because it’s become a day where you’re supposed to give stuff. And as I’ve said on many occasions, I like giving gifts and doing things for people when I feel like it…not when the calendar tells me to. More importantly, I like doing that more than one day a year.
Sure, when I’ve been in relationships I’ve done stuff on Valentine’s Day…it feels wrong not to. I guess I can enjoy the day for what it is…another reason to show someone that I care about them.
Here’s the odd thing, though. What if you’re just starting to date someone? There are lots of people in the early stages of a relationship who don’t know how to treat Valentine’s Day. Do you have to do something? Does it have to mean anything?
The answer, of course, is no. It doesn’t have to mean anything. The difficulty–especially if you’re just starting to date–is agreeing on that. Because even if you say that you agree, you have to wonder if the other person’s really agreeing or if they’re just saying that they agree.
Ah, the joy of dating.
I’ve got two friends who have it right. They’re both free on one day next week, so they’re getting together. It just happens to be Valentine’s Day. But so what? It’s a coincidence and that’s all it needs to be. Luckily, they’re early enough in that neither of them wants Valentine’s Day to be deeply meaningful or some silliness like that.
On television, you see the sitcoms where people go on blind dates on Valentine’s Day, because they don’t want to spend it alone. Makes for good television, but bad reality. Give me a break. Dating someone new is hard enough without the added pressure of doing it on February 14th. And yet, I expect there are people who really do go on blind dates on Valentine’s Day, simply because they don’t want to be alone.
As for me, I’ll be watching Scrubs…or I would if those jerks at NBC hadn’t pre-empted it for the Olympics. Hmm, apparently I need to find something to do on the 14th.
Now, normally after that last paragraph, I would insert a joke about how going on a blind date or something like that. Y’know, turn the entire thing around to suggest that everything I just wrote is all fake and I don’t want to be alone. So I’m not just pathetic in my own eyes, but also a hypocrite. However, that would just be predictable, so instead I’m going to invite you to fill in the blank. Insert your own ending, possibly involving me hitting on everyone who reads this scatterthought (be they male or female) or asking if you have a sister or whatever tickles your fancy.
Ready?[Insert your joke here]