Today, I Know I’ll See Red.

Oh Valentine.

For singletons, Valentine’s Day is basically the crappiest day of the year. Wow - I mean, thanks universe for reminding me that I am, in fact, alone by shoving disgustingly romantic couples making disgustingly romantic gestures in my face. As if I wasn’t already aware that I’m currently ridin’ solo in the romance department.

But, you should basically just forget everything I just said. Because although I probably should feel shitty about being probably the most romantic person that ever lived and alone on the most romantic day of the year, I just don’t. Whether you’re in or out of love, single, not so single, desperate or just plain indifferent on the 14th of February, one cannot help but adore a day dedicated to the most important thing in the whole wide world - love. And although things might seem grim to some, they can really only get better. I sleep easy knowing that, although I might not being having the most loving day in the world this Valentine’s, next Valentine’s or perhaps even the one after that, I will one day.

Why the hurry to be in love? The longer you wait the better it will be. If you know me, you’ll read this and probably think - ‘Hey, that doesn’t sound like Rebekah!’ - because usually I’m like - ‘la la la I want love.’ But I’ve turned a corner. I’m sticking with ‘Good things come to those that wait’ and ‘It’ll happen when you least expect it.’ I’ve decided to see Valentine’s Day for what it is. A day for people everywhere to celebrate love and all kinds of love at that. If you’re in a relationship, you can be thankful and if you’re not in a relationship, you can be thankful - thankful that there’s still hope! Thankful for the promise of love. Thankful for all that is to come.

Plus I bet I could dream up an exceedingly better Valentine’s Day than any man could ever organise.

Tomorrow I intend to pack for Australia, watch numerous episodes of One Tree Hill, eat my way through an entire packet of Tim Tams and just be classically single. And truthfully, I would rather see my parents gift each other with love than receive anything myself.

There’s always another Valentine’s Day.

8teen

Now I’m 18
What does this mean?
Am I still keen
To believe the other side is green?
The 8 Isn’t scary
It’s the teen that makes me weary
I’m running out of time
To make the world mine.
As a kid I was fine
Now murder’s officially a crime.
Will you still hold my hand?
Are castles still made of sand?
18
What does it mean?
When I know
If I know
I’ll tell you so.

Just Dance, Gonna Be OK.

Boy do I love that kid that stands on the corner of that intersection in the middle of the Old Albany Village, waving his Domino’s Pizza sign like a lunatic. Occasionally, he does a wee jig. Sometimes, he even shakes his booty. Whatever he happens to be doing, he always looks like he’s having fun, or is, in fact, so bored out of his tree that his only form of entertainment is dancing around in an idiotic fashion, publicly humiliating himself. If it were me with such a job, I would probably do the exact same thing. Respect to that kid for getting off his butt, getting a job and making the most of it. Oh, and making me smile and quietly chuckle to myself whilst casually waiting for the lights to change. Next time, I’mma toot him.