Let me say something quietly and humbly for a moment. I had low expectations for Valentine's Day. In fact, I had even gone out of my way to engage these expectations. I bought myself a 48 oz party-size bag of peanut m&ms which I spent the day engorging on. I had every intention of getting myself completely hammered that night and solemnly crawling alone into my bed. And yet, something entirely unexpected happened. On my way back from the gym I had decided to stop for coffee at Caribou Coffee and then just hang out there and be lonely until they closed. But who did I find in that the coffee shop but a kindred spirit, a friend of whom I knew little, and a young man who was there at that same Caribou Coffee hiding out from the world and the same feelings as I. And so instead of sitting alone and feeling lonely the two of us sat together for a few hours as the Caribou workers cleaned up and tried to hint to us that they were closing. And we sat and talked about sitting alone and feeling lonely. And in doing that we found...something or other. I don't know. We talked for a couple hours and then, you know, went our seperate ways. And that's what I did on Valentine's Day. It was unexpected but with such low expectations, it might have even been a good night.
In conclusion, fuck you valentine's day. And fuck you, everyone who enjoyed their valentine's day.
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