Today was Valentine's Day. In the past, I was extremely cynical about that holiday, mainly because I rarely had any reason to celebrate it-- my history of romantic failures meant I usually spent the day alone and depressed. But this year I found the day depressing for an entirely different reason. I talked to her on the phone for a few hours, but as much as I always enjoy our conversations, it's still not the same as being with her; and while I might claim I still believe Valentine's Day is a manufactured holiday and a shallow pretext for rampant commercialism, the pathetically romantic side of my personality buys into all those notions of heart-shaped candy boxes and roses, and it just seems wrong to be apart from her on a day devoted to love.
I know it won't always be this way, and I've been thinking about ways I can overcome the obstacles that have prevented me from actually seeing her; but it's still frustrating, and spending my day stuck in a training class about "Engaging Diverse Audiences" didn't help any. I'm glad there's only one more day of this training left... I don't think I could take any more than that.
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Banging On A Frying Pan
A random collection of whatever thoughts happen to be going through my mind at the time...