It ‘s right around the corner. That day that is reserved for couples, those looking for love, and those hopeless romantics dizzy with the sweet drug that is love; Valentine’s Day. Now for some, Valentine’s proves to be a day that all the romantic stops are pulled and the profession of undying amore is shouted from the rooftops. Hearts, cherubs, sickly sweet love songs, and dewy, doe-eyed gazes dominate one 24 hour period.
Then there are those who this day symbolizes the rank underbelly of love. Those who view all of the pomp and circumstance of the day as a bunch of commercialized bullpucky. Love has kicked them in the teeth, it has sucked the very essence of their life leaving them a dried husk of a human. Love stinks. Yeah, Yeah.
I fall into the second category. Well, not entirely. I do have a very health disbelief of needing one day to proclaim a year’s worth of love to your paramour. I believe that you should profess your love and more importantly SHOW that special someone you love them every day. That being beside that point, let’s talk turkey…
This year, astrologically speaking, is going to hand us a craptastic Valentine’s Day. Woo Hoo! Misery to all of those gushingly happy sots that plan to over spend, over plan, and over expect all the warm fuzziness ( and subsequent nookie) the day is supposed to bring. With Mars floating through his retrograde (yup, another biggie doing the retrograde boogie) there could be fights, arguments, cheating, and break-ups. Run for the hills, young lovers. I suggest either celebrating early or hold off until the next weekend. Just don’t expect anything really great to happen on VD, unless you like discord and fisticuffs.
Ah, heck! What am I saying? I am hopeless (and hapless) romantic that still thinks that her dreamboat will still make port. I am just going to stay inside on Feb. 14th and wait until the Valentine’s candy goes half price.
Love, Light and Happiness!
Crabby
