Valentine’s Day

I hate this day. I didn’t think I would, because we never really celebrated it, but I hate this day. I’m happy for everyone who has someone today and for those who don’t but do not let it bother them. I envy all of those people. I never expected it to feel this way.

In less than two months it will be a year since she died. I fear that day more than all the milestones that have passed combined. Today by itself has been tear-filled as I try in vain to make the time pass with anything I can get myself to do. Everything is coming together today to bring me down. “Think of it as just another day,” is the advice I’ve gotten. The other days haven’t been very kind lately, either.

I hate this fucking day.


  1. Mr Lady says:

    You’re entitled. Hate away. Hate every milestone for a long time, but know she loves you always.

  2. Serhat says:

    “Or do we assume that work can be sitnulatimg, fun, energizing, inspiring, motivating and meaningful?”Yes it can be. It would be nice if it was always thus, however…”I’ve tried both – and considering how huge the gap between the two is for me, I’ve decided that I will never again settle for anything less than work that makes me happy”…for most of us, the primary function of work is that it should generate sufficient money to support our families and enable us to do this things we truly enjoy. Enjoying work is important but it isn’t the primary motivation for most people and not everyone is able to make a job they enjoy doing pay or to have the flexibility to alter their present job. Would you rather see your family starve than do a job which doesn’t make you happy? What about the many jobs in the world that are, and will always be, boring, unpleasant, repetitive, dangerous and thoroughly unlovable yet are vital and need someone to do them? Should they remain because noone will *love* doing them? Blithely telling everyone to love their job can be a pretty smug, glib statement and is largely the preserve of those of us with sufficient education or financial freedom to have those sort of choices available to them. Here endeth the rant… 😉

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