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Don’t know. But good on you for getting out there in the snow.
Valentine’s Day! A day to celebrate all the discount chocolate! If you don’t have a partner or significant other, don’t be sad, you have 50% off heart-shaped chocolates and absolutely no obligation to share them with anyone.
Valentine’s Day isn’t just about chocolate and candy, though. It actually stems from a Christian liturgical feast day celebrating several Saints called Valentine (or Valentinus) from the 2nd century AD. As per the path to sainthood in those days, these Valentines were executed for carrying out their priestly duties. There isn’t much more detail than that, that’s not attributed to legend.
In real life there is no ‘x’ to start a conversation. You must be charming and suave all on your own. Seeing as how most of us can’t progress past “Lovely weather we’re having today…” or “Gosh the bus is late.”, it seems our quests will never be finished.
NEVER MIND. I’m lazy and don’t need the XP anyway.
It’s all fine as long as you are.
There’s never a wrong time to eat cake. Hungry? Eat cake. Bored? Eat cake. Have cake? Eat cake.
Whether it’s fitness or pizza. Mostly pizza. Entirely pizza.
What are your favourite smells? Is it freshly cut grass in the summer? Blossoms in the spring? Fresh bread in winter? Or petrol all year ’round?
“Gonna go for a run, yeah. Gonna ace this no sweat.”
“OH WHY? *huff puff* WHYYYYY??”
“I DID IT! I’m so fit.”
These are the three stages of running one tends to go through. Arrogance plunging into despair, and euphoria when it’s all done. Rinse and repeat ad infinitum.
What was once exciting is now terribly depressing. Old age looms; the weight of your years bear down on you with the force of a thousand elephants. Wrinkly, saggy, old elephants. You can’t even enjoy the cake because it will go straight to your thighs.
Old age isn’t all bad, though. Sure you have lost your youth, lost many opportunities, but you’ve gained more wine, and a better perspective on life. None of those crazy hormonal thoughts rocketing around, making you look stupid and do stupid things.
Plus with age comes privilege: learn dampen those pretentious young whips who think they’re all that. Speak your mind at the most awkward of times. And have breakfast for dinner because you’re an adult, dammit.
