Glory, Glory... Valentine's Day... This is NOT a rant... Or maybe it is...

As with any commercialised “holiday” I have my opinions on Valentine’s Day. To me, the number one problem with this day is that movies and the like promise you that this day is of some importance. That’s a lie. I spent most of my childhood waiting for a fat man to appear at the bottom of our non-existent chimney and wished dearly for a snowman in the 32˚C sun but alas… It just never happened. And that is why expectation can ruin lives. This is the same analogy I apply to New Year’s Eve and any other high expectationed (yes, I invent words) events. 

My rules for these things:

1.     It is never worth the expectation
2.     It’s what you make of it
3.    There’s always next year

I’ve never been big on Valentine’s Day. I don’t hate it, I just don’t particularly love it either. When I was 9 I received my first rose and promptly burst into tears of embarrassment, fast forward to 8^th grade and it was still pretty much the same, except that the Crunchie was a bit less offense but still not accepted as it’s my least favourite chocolate. I’ve also had the pleasure of receiving a pilates ball. Needless to say the relationship pretty much deflated along with the ball that my dogs got hold of.

However, one of my favourite Valentine’s was V.Day 2013 or rather the night before… My “new” boyfriend (who also has the credit for my cheesiest Valentine’s ever – circa 2009 – a story for another timeJ) and a group of our friends went to watch the first leg of the Round Of 16 Uefa Champion’s League game – Real Madrid vs Man-Utd. 1-1. Ronaldo & Welbeck scored. I’m off topic.

The point is, the memory of that night is imprinted forever in my memory, just because it combined all of my favourite things football, friends, food and love. Unlike chocolates and flowers that have a shelf-life of about 3 days (1 day if pms is trending), I have something much more lasting. (I did get a Man-Utd top as a gift but that’s also beside the point)

It’s silly that we sit around and wait for the big & special days to make them special memories. Instead we should be taking every moment to love and be loved. Don’t let the pressure or stress deter you from the real meaning of these celebrations instead enjoy the moment.

And it doesn’t have to be filtered and instagrammed.

Also, chocolate makes you fat.

Flowers give me sinus attacks.

Rather give me Versace Yellow Diamond (THIS IS A FACT NOT A HINT)