My husband has never been the romantic type ever since. He has always been the practical type. That’s why whenever he does something out of the ordinary; it’s like tug in my heartstring.
Because he was working, he wasn’t able to get me something for the valentines. I wasn’t expecting much anyway. But he casually mentioned that we will have our late valentine celebration.
I was never a big fan of valentines anyway. I don’t like the traffic, plus the sight of people getting mushy, if not sulky, when they don’t have anything on that day. I hate it when something as deep and profound as love is being used by capitalist and becomes the subject for commercialism. I mean, let’s face it. Flowers and chocolates and stuffed toys are priced unbelievably high, not to mention restaurants and motels are fully booked. I mean, what’s all the hulla-ballo about? Anyone can give flowers and chocolates, or go out on a romantic d
inner date anytime of the year. Why do prices have to be so ridiculous at this time of the year, and why do consumers have to succumb to it?
But then again, it’s not up to me to stage a rally against the capitalist and the commercialism of Valentine’s Day. And if we succumb, we do so for a variety of reasons.
My reason would be the rose and oversized chocolates my husband brought me on Saturday evening. And it felt like a thousand strings tugged my heart all at the same time.
Because he was working, he wasn’t able to get me something for the valentines. I wasn’t expecting much anyway. But he casually mentioned that we will have our late valentine celebration.
I was never a big fan of valentines anyway. I don’t like the traffic, plus the sight of people getting mushy, if not sulky, when they don’t have anything on that day. I hate it when something as deep and profound as love is being used by capitalist and becomes the subject for commercialism. I mean, let’s face it. Flowers and chocolates and stuffed toys are priced unbelievably high, not to mention restaurants and motels are fully booked. I mean, what’s all the hulla-ballo about? Anyone can give flowers and chocolates, or go out on a romantic d
inner date anytime of the year. Why do prices have to be so ridiculous at this time of the year, and why do consumers have to succumb to it?But then again, it’s not up to me to stage a rally against the capitalist and the commercialism of Valentine’s Day. And if we succumb, we do so for a variety of reasons.
My reason would be the rose and oversized chocolates my husband brought me on Saturday evening. And it felt like a thousand strings tugged my heart all at the same time.
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