Yesterday was St. Valentines Day. You know, that day when those of us in relationships pay their annual pilgrimage to various shops to buy cards which say “I love you”, or to get presents which profess someone’s love for their partner.
I said those of us in relationships. Not me at the moment. Just not in the mood for any chasing around and having to worry about someone else. I’ve done all that, in some cases paying a huge personal cost, literally, mentally and emotionally. Maybe I’m getting old and wizened and can’t be dealing with all the attendant issues that goes with being in a relationship.
So, if you don’t mind, I didn’t pay too much attention to that commercial fest that St. Valentines Day yesterday. When I look at the sometimes charred remains of my life, I’m glad I’m out of it for the time being. Of course, love does sometimes turn up when you least expect it. But I’m not going to get worked up like I used to. I have enough issues to be dealing with, ta very much.
That doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy the company of women. I have several female friends and acquaintances in the mental health world, but that is purely platonic. Nothing more, nothing less. I prefer it that way at this moment in time.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Fed up of chasing,