It’s Sunday night and the Sky is looking deep and shining with stars. Each one gleaming in a magical way. Everyone in every country, county or town will look up and see the same stars and it’s amazing and tranquil. Wow.
Is the romantic, surprising thrill of Valentines still being felt? I am a lover of Valentines Day, it’s safe to say it is one of my favorite holidays.. If it counts as a holiday. Until researching Valentines day, i couldn’t tell you where it came from. I’d say, Valentines Day is about being shot with Cupid’s Arrow isn’t it?
So, there is a few different idea’s of where Valentines Day came from. Let me tell you about this one, which i find quite fun and exciting personally;
In Ancient Rome, the dates 13, 14 and 15th of February were celebrated as a Pagan festival of fertility! Now according to Noel Lenski, a University Classics Professor, young men would strip naked and use whips to spank the bum’s of women to increase their fertility… Sound’s like something i’d quite like to attend if i’m honest!
Another idea, which sound’s slightly more ‘romantic’ is that this was the day they celebrated the engagement of Richard II of England and Anne of Bohemia, Geoffrey Chaucer writes, “For this was on St. Valentine’s Day, When every fowl cometh there to choose his mate.” Slightly more romantic than being whipped on the bum.
So what’s happened to Valentines day? What’s happened to posting cards from ‘?’ through the door of the guy who takes your fancy? Where’s the excitement of asking your partner for a Playstation 4 or a new pair of high heels? That’s not what Valentines Day is about!
12 Red Roses, a card with a personal message/poem in and the love of a true gent is more than enough to make me happy.
So tomorrow, how about waking up your partner with a big kiss, look at her/him like you did the first day you met and have a loved filled day of sending each other mushy texts, writing love notes, complimenting each other and celebrating your love. Because that’s what Valentines Day is about!
And if you want to whip each other on the bum, save it to the evening!
My writing often scatters across the page.
Scattered like my mind.
I wonder what would matter,
from what I leave behind.
My belongings are empty,
but my love is full,
my heart forever pounding,
but my aesthetics are null.
Where we’re going is fresh and bright;
like a clear sky.
Wont take my belongings.
They scatter my mind.
When I was in High School. I was the first too have a serious boyfriend. Our relationship started in Year 10 and carried on for 3 years. For the first year of our relationship, all I got from my girlfriends was.. ‘We don’t want too know what you and him got up too on the weekend.’ ‘We don’t care about his new job.’ ‘We don’t want you to bring him out with us tonight.’ All these are good examples of what was said on several occasions. I didn’t speak about him much, didn’t mention things I was excited about too my friends, although I thought this was one of the things you’re supposed to do with girlfriends? Well, they didn’t want too know. I kept our relationship private. Which was fine, I got on with it and me and him had a great relationship.
After the first year, a few of my other friends started having relationships. That’s when they started coming to me, ‘Did you have this problem?’ ‘Does your boyfriend do this?’ ‘What do you do when you’re both bored?’ Oh so now they want too talk about relationships and listen too my stories? It didn’t seem fair, there were times where I really needed a friend too have a moan too about boy troubles and none of them were interested.
My best friend though, she didn’t have a boyfriend till we just left high school. She was the main one always saying, ‘I don’t want your boyfriend too hang out with us.’ ‘I don’t care about so and so’s boyfriend or what they do together.’
As soon as her first serious relationship started, ‘Ben this. Ben that.’ ‘Ben’s new job. ‘Me and Ben do this and that when we’re alone.’ Oh right! So now, you want me too listen? Ha!
I grinned and bared it. That’s what friends are for. And I’m a good friend.
Now I’m older and high school is just a thing of the past. I’m in a fairly new relationship with someone whom I love and want too talk about.
I’m not friends with the girls from high school any more. My new best friend though. Just as bad! ‘I don’t care.’ She would say. ‘Do you have too text him all the time?’ Rolling her eyes whenever I mention his name. I told her she’d be the same once she got a boyfriend. Smitten and loved up. It would seem I am right..
She’s finally got her first ‘boyfriend’ and what do you know? CONSTANT TEXTING. CONSTANTLY TALKING ABOUT HIM.
Guess you’ve got too grin and bare these things now matter how old you are. That’s what friends are for right?