The Untitled Pre Valentines Day Post

I’ve been meaning to write something for the upcoming Valentines Day for the past few days. Last year’s post proved to be too bitter for anyone’s taste so I’m thinking of taking this year’s obligatory Valentines entry on a different route. I planning to take it on a more methodical and realistic spin, in my attempts to understand complex entities and beings such as WOMEN and RELATIONSHIPS. But unfortunately, this has all been but just a plan. For a few days now, I’m still stuck on clicking the Draft button and this cute image below of how love can be a bloody mess.

Love can kill you. Seriously.

I’m sure there are already hundreds of blogs out there poking humor at  Valentines Day. Lots of ‘em are sure to be saying something along the lines as to how they plan to celebrate it by giving tips and other social know-how… or go a bit extreme with their humor and blog about why people shouldn’t celebrate it at all. Well I only have four letters for these commoners… “O RLY?” Because as far as I’m concerened, I just really don’t give a damn.

Believe me, I’ve been trying to come up with a post for Valentines Day and for days I’m still stuck with the image above (which happens to be a recycled one from last year’s post) and the rambling introduction you just wasted a minute of your life reading.

One of the Google Image search results for “Valentines”

I guess the reason why I could not write squat about Valentines is the fact that I’ve relinquished all my feelings re: love, romance, writing badly written love poems, singing mushy David Pomeranz songs and all that crap that turns responsible boyfriends into a panicky mess every February 14.  Call me bitter but let’s be realistic here.

I’m not the one having problems about where to get roses or where to get the money to buy roses in the first place. I’m not the one stressing about getting the perfect Valentines gift or booking a reservation to your loved one’s favorite restaurant. I’m not the one who’s gonna stay up late at night trying to write a sweet poem and a handwritten love letter to express love in the sweetest manner possible. I’m not gonna be the one driving at 3AM in the morning and fight his way towards Dangwa (the Metro’s flower capital) just so you can get the best flowers available. I’m not going to be the one looking awkward walking around the city with a boquet of flowers. I’m not going to be the guy who’s gonna lose sleep over planning to make sure V-Day is going to be “magical” to the point of pushing your limits only to prove that despite the craze and hassle and the economic stress the season brings, you’re gonna make sure this Valentines Day is the most special ever. So special that if there’s one memory to be retained should they both get Alzheimer’s later on in life, it would be this special Valentines Day. 

But nope. I’m not going to be that guy.

I’m the guy counting wads of cash in my wallet because I’ve got nothing to spend it on Saturday. I’m the guy who’s got all the time in the world to do more practical stuff like solve high school math problems, watch TV series and play mini games on Facebook. I’m also the guy who has the time to blog about more interesting stuff like LOLcats and the retarded politics of this country. Surely, the rest of the Metro will celebrate and rant about Valentines all day tomorrow. Me? Pfft. I dunno about you guys but I’m playing Battlefield 1942.

Actually, I’m tempted to write… no… rant about love and all the crap that comes along with it. I’ll write stuff no man has even dared to write for fear of being judged. I just might. But doing so may open the Pandora’s Box. We wouldn’t want that to happen right? So I guess I’ll leave that entry to be published some other time.

Yep. So all I’m saying is, I hope I can come up with an apt entry for Valentines Day. This writer’s block is really making me go nuts.

But just in case I wouldn’t be able to publish one, I wish you all a

Happy Valentines Day! : )