A time to kill

I have realized that the train I want to take to Toronto leaves this Saturday, Valentines Day. I could put money on the fact that is a sub conscious descision to keep myself busy and mind off the "holiday." I am not one of those girls who goes around throwing anti Valentines cards at people, bitching relentlessly about the sucky commercial aspect of a superficial holiday. I was always the girl who hid a sharp jealousy by handing out cards to anyone and everyone along with chocolates and a bright pink and red sweater vest. The best deffence is a solid offence. Or is it the other way around? W/e it still works. I love the idea of a day for love. But let's be honest, it sucks when you feel excluded and doesn't it rock when you're not? And I never liked how the day had to be colour coded red and pink. The fact that holidays are associated with with specific colours always irked me as tacky. I actually havn't had a Valentine since I was 12 so it's no different than any other year. BUT I will secretly cross my fingers for some small act of appreciation, whether a random phone call from a friend or a surprise cup of coffee. I am not trying to be pathetic. So no sympathy allowed. That's not the point. My mother is buying me all the chocolate I want. I guess I wish I could change Valentines day into more of a day to celebrate all kinds of love rather than strictly romantic love. The feeling you get being in love, and celecbrate everyone in your lie that you love. It already kinda is I get. But let's start a revolution, let's spread the word and hand flowers to strangers, all kinds of flowers, not just roses. Meet me on the corner with your gerber daisies and snap dragons and we'll make sure everyone has a happy Valentines Day. :)