I’ve adopted a theory that so far, has helped me make tough albeit healthy decisions and that theory is that each choice we make is either driven by love, or it’s driven by fear.
I used to roll my eyes at Valentine’s Day only because I used to hate being told what to do and when to do it and I loathed receiving courtesy love; even if it was legit, it didn’t matter because the fact that it was expressed on February 14th made it all quite suspect.
Then I realized that I was riding a big ‘ol party pooper boat out to Pathetic Sea and even worse than that realization was figuring out that I had made the conscious decision to get on that boat in the first place.
I told myself to fuck off and swim back to shore, and I did. And guess what. Courtesy love tastes a lot like a big ol’ box of Purdy’s chocolates and that’s not a bad way to spend a dark day in February, especially since the lover who gave them to me will wake up beside me on February 15th and love me straight through that dark day too.
I hope you had a kickass Valentine’s Day, you awesome sickos!