The Obligatory 11th Hour Holiday Post

I tried not to write.

Afterall, everyone writes something on a holiday.

Exactly. I'm part of everyone, so I guess that means me, too. I pushed it away all day but in the end the fact that it is a holiday and a sense of obligation to salute old St. Valentine and the day that commemorates him pushed back and won. It may not have if I hadn't been surrounded by the various little quotes that are notorious on Valentine's Day.

Things like:

If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you've made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand.

And this less romantic version (but no less true):

Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.

Then there's the cute ones:

When you love someone, all your saved-up wishes start coming out.

And the one that may explain why every love song seems to be written just for you:

Love is friendship set to music.

I'm not generally a quote fan. The first one did work a little magic (guys, it'd be a sweet pickup line) but overall, the effect only served to remind me of the Hallmark greeting cards that are the sole reason this holiday even exists. However, it was this single line that made its effect and caused me to finally sit down and admit defeat. It was the only one I ran across today that didn't fly over my head and hit the girl behind me but instead socked me like a sucker walking into a timeshare scheme:

Don't forget... I'm also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.

Ugh. Yup, it did it again. It always has. Always as in the one time I was able to enjoy Notting Hill without the frustration that comes along with watching two people on screen continuously miss the blatant fact that each other is in love simply because they keep messing things up by acting momentarily (and always at critical junctions) like the blundering fools they usually are not. Whew.

Wait, I take that back. I've never been able to watch it without that frustration.

Part I (forgive subtitles)


y Part II


And I've just now come to the realization why: I've been that blundering fool before.

Alright, I have to say in my defense that this admission should in no way be taken to mean that I've been one as often as the two in this movie manage it. But I have been one. And probably recently.

The reason why? In the words of one of my favorite Adele songs:

...every time I'm meant to be acting sensible, you drift into my head and turn me into a crumbling fool.

I'm glad to know I'm not alone in making these momentary mindless slips and that it is possibly not my entirely my fault when it does happen. Not that it gives much comfort after you've unwittingly shoved an entire foot in your mouth, but still... it's good to know that just like you, others have lost their logical way when faced with the one person they'd rather do nothing else than fill their hands with the entire evening sky. Or ride the bus with.