I *wuv* you

Good Lord, how I cringe at Valentine's Day.

Not that I'm anti-romance. In fact, I'm a hopeless romantic (emphasis on the hopeless) and a firm believer in the full scale Hollywood sweeping one off one's feet scenario. Although not as literal as that, as a chap could put his back out in the attempt.

I just hate the way the day's used as an excuse by unimaginiative, stupid and/or soulless people to go all-out consumerist romantic For One Day Only. Whilst in fact the giving of a heart-shaped Hallmark card, an oversized flammable teddy bear holding a heart saying "I Wuv You", a dozen roses and a delightful Argos heart-shaped pendant to someone who is expecting such gifts on that very day is the inverse of romance. It's fucking laziness. Even lazier is the fact that the significant other is expecting such tokens, on this day and no other.

Fair enough, the feast day of the patron saint of lovers should be celebrated by lovers. Go, you guys! But when did it become so....plastic? And what's so wrong with spreading a little romance through the other 364 days?

(NB This is not a bitter rant by one of Cupid's Forgotten. I got a card. Admittedly, 4 days after the day itself. But, it was totally unexpected and caught me off guard, heart-meltingly. Now I'm more than a little mind blown, as I'd only ever anticipate recieving a Valentine from a person I was in a 'relationship' with. So, what does it all mean??? Before I develop a headache, I will stop reading too much into this.)

Yes, I've not been here in a while. I'm sooooooooo sorry. (I may be being sarcastic).

My mind boggles if I think about my life as it is right now. OK, so I'm working a minimum wage job, from which I come home looking like a chimney sweep due to the serious issue of newsprint transference. And I'm still living at home, which is very frustrating, but thanks to the distinct lack of cash (see above re job) there doesn't look to be a change in the near future.

However,

I'm embarking on a writing/film-making project, all about me doing something foolhardy. But, when I think about it from the wide angle, it's an utterly utterly terrifying and potentially humiliating and soul-destroying concept. So, I'm blocking out the wide angle view, and thinking of it only as That Project I'm Doing.

And I'm at that deliciously tentative stage with a bloke. The heart-racingly exciting/heart-poundingly stressful almost-nearly-goddamgetonwithit bit. Which is fabulous. But, when I think about the bloke from the wide angle...well, I don't, or I'd have an aneurysm because it's eye-crossingly inconceivable. So, he's just That Bloke That I Met.

Wow. I'm living a life of contrasts. Wish me luck in blocking out reality.