The Blonde One Was Called Freedom

Valentine’s Day.

Is this a cliche? Talking about how I hate Valentine’s Day? I guess it is, but it isn’t. I mean, I’ve been dating Charlie for 3 1/2 years now (literally, yesterday was our 3 1/2). But I just hate the day. “Let’s all pass around stupid cards and candies and pretend we like each other more today than any other day”? No thank you. I don’t typically celebrate Valentine’s Day. The only one I particularly remember was in my junior year of high school. It was the only one in high school that I had an actual Valentine for (I didn’t date in high school).

source: collegecandy.com

I don’t think it’s all that important I guess. And I end up being a total hypocrite anyway. Like yesterday I went and saw Valentine’s Day. But I saw it with Erika instead of Charlie so that I felt like I was rebelling against the Hallmark Holiday.

Valentine’s Day just brings out the worst in me. I saw 500 Days of Summer last week, for the first time, and it was amazing.

source: 500days.com

At first I was really pissed off at her. Like, Summer! How could you do that? I guess I had a little bit of Tom’s emotions in me. So I went to bed pissed that she had done that to him. And when I woke up I realized, “Jeez, what a scary idea, dating someone.” I completely understood every emotion she had when I woke up.

And last night when I got home from Valentine’s Day, some masochistic part of me thought, “Hmm, let’s bring on the heartache!”, so I made my cousin watch Paris, Je t’Aime.

This movie is one of my favorites. I mean, there’s like 16 different stories, so I couldn’t fall asleep watching it if I hadn’t slept for 48 hours. And it has such a mix of stories. It sounds fucked up, but my favorite stories are the totally depressing ones. I cry EVERY time I watch this, and I cry in three specific parts. But why did I watch this on Valentine’s Day weekend?

Maybe I’m just sucked into the black hole of commercialism. Who knows?

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