From Retail Hell Underground Blogger Ana:
This is Ana, who is single.
Happy VD! May you be itch free and fucking asleep. Or awake. Doesn't matter really!
I am writing something close to my heart. The tumor activated by the stupidity of the human race. My best friend (though I am not sure why this time of year) was crying last night because her boyfriend is only taking her out to eat and not to some stupid, pretentious movie he told her he did not want to see. They went last night due to work/crowds/the need to hide. I thought it was romantic.
I recently broke up with my boyfriend of a year due to his "insatiable hunger" for young women. He is like the cat that is fed by every house in the neighborhood. I found out my "Lobo" is actually called "Honey" by the girl who lives down the street. She is kind of a slut, but I don't blame her. This does lead up to something. She saw him get out at my house and came to introduce herself. To his sister.
He had been telling her that he was adopted and I was his "little sister." I guess he figured out that families don't make out on the front porch. Oh well, maybe she does.
So, in my misery, I had my mom take me to the store so I could buy some booze to drown out my sorrow. I get to the store, close to tears, and my aunt liz is holding my hand. My aunt (a childhood friend of my mom's is staying with us while mom is sick) who has grown kids and the world's biggest heart. She takes me and lets me rant and rave to her about how much I hate men and how much I loved him. THe usual pratter. I admit I was not in my right mind. I just wanted to get in and out. Five minutes. The usual time it takes my ex to "release" and roll over. Big O is a tire shop to that jackass.
Aunt Liz is comforting me. But LO and Behold, VD cards. We try to get past them. I am not too upset. I don't care about VD much, just that it hurts when someone breaks your heart and the eyes of the teddy bears zero in on you. We got the wine and some sugary snacks (no chocolate!) and walk back, my arm hooked with my Aunt's.
I am saying something about how stupid Lobo is and how I wish he would shrivel up and die. We wait in the line, get up to the cash and pay. We are picking up out bags when i hear it.
Preteen angst.
My GAWD.
"But I LOVE him, we have been together TWO MONTHS."
I turn around and see this little hooker in training hanging off the arm of her "best guy friend" and this other tramp. The guy looks like he wants to run. Or strangle her. He is a cute kid, normal, not at all like "Ryan the Hottie Football Jock" that Hooker is going off about.
I want to snap. I really do.
I knew Lobo two years before we started DATING. I was with him a YEAR. I LOVE him and he broke my heart.
I just wanted to slap her. Aunt Liz pulls me out of the store and we go home and get drunk watching 300.
Ah leather speedo.
But this is my question for the world. Yes, we break our hearts over stupid guys, we think the world is all about us. But for once in the world can people FILTER.
I have heard the dumbest things come out of teenagers mouths. Can we for once use this holiday to love people. The kid with that hooker teen looked like he might have liked the girl, and to hear her go off on how perfect this guy is must have hurt.
Just like it hurt to have Lola the Slut tell me that she has been sleeping with my ex for six months. While Lobo has been with me. I had to get checked out. That was embarrassing.
If you love the people in your life why not take this time to show them, not with stupid consumer goods, a teddy bear that expresses everything you feel: cheap, used, washed up, and one of a million last minute decisions.
Can we not spend our hard earned money on trash. Why not take the day off and stay in bed? Why not call your old friends and watch movies or go for a walk. As slaves we are overlooked, this holiday is about one type of love, the store bought kind.
I am spending VD with my Aunt Liz and my mother and Tug/PuttPutt. We are going to go for a walk, have a picnic with Jim and his family. We are going to church in the morning and thank God/the high powers for the love in our lives. We are going to love each other. No gifts. No price tag. No stores. Just the real gift: family, friends, and those who have earned a place in your heart.
A happy, healthy, simple Love Your Life Day to everyone.
Ana
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