April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
- T. S. Eliot "The Waste Land"
nice, but i think the cruelest month is actually February,
and Valentines Day is big part of the why...
the rational part of my brain has never had much
use for Valentines Day... just another one of those stupid greeting card holidays that to me always seemed to be made for people who didn't pay very much attention to people
they cared about ...
it always seemed to me that communicating/expressing
the love one felt for someone else was something one did every day, expressed through one's actions, large and small...
now that seems to be just one more useless truth -
especially being surrounded by the hearts and flowers
and hype about 'this special day' when i'm feeling lonelier than i ever have before.
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