Ah, St. Valentine's Day. The day of awareness of solitude, potpourri fragrances, flowers and soft stuffed animals. Well today, I must admit, my normally cynical self is celebrating this overrated, flamboyant “holiday” for the first time. I think my philosophy teacher agrees with me on one, and only one, thing; It's a Happy Monday. Despite the fact that I'm scared out of my mind for tonight, I am actually in a very good mood and got a decent amount of sleep last night. It's actually amazing how much the aura of lovers can affect oneself.
Passing down the mall this morning on my way to class, I saw this girl carrying an over-sized teddy bear (on steroids). She didn't look very happy, and to be completely honest, I'm not sure whether it was because the bear was larger than she was, or if it was for some other reason. Did she get it from a guy that she didn't like? Does the bear just weigh entirely too much to be carrying it around? It piques my curiosity and I almost had the audacity to ask her who would have bought such a ridiculous gift and what the heck she was going to do with it afterwords. Would she have room for it?
Not only is this not my problem, it's not my problem. Do you know what I mean? My problem is entirely different. My problem is that there's this guy I'm supposed to have dinner with tonight, but I don't know if I can do it. In all honesty, I'm terrified. Maybe it's because of what will happen, and maybe it's something inside my thoughts that keep me from just being happy for once. Whatever it is, I need to face it square on. Life is full of surprises. I think it may be time for this to surprise me.
