Until I Learn to Love Myself, I Can Only Go Out with Three Girls Named Ann

First off, a belated Happy Birthday to my brother, Chris, whose birthday was yesterday. I caught it a couple hours before midnight, thankfully, but as usual, I’m horrible remembering birthdays. Hope it rocked, bro.

It’s Valentine’s Day. I typically loathe the day. It’s fake, it’s made up, it was designed not for you and me, but for Hallmark. I don’t need February 14th to remind me to say “I love you.” You should be saying that shit every day. You shouldn’t need a “special day” to send flowers or make your Someone breakfast in bed.

It’s worse when you’re not attached to Someone Special – I get it, trust me – I’m there myself. Valentine’s Day is all about making those of us Unattached feel less than. And that fucking bites.

This is Hilly’s fourth year doing Self Love Day and I’m not really a fan. I know, you’re shocked. You think I’d be ALL OVER something called Self Love Day, cracking jokes about how I DO practice self-love every single day (and I do), but no. I don’t like Self Love Day, not because it’s not a smart idea, or because I have trouble talking about myself – Lord knows I already talk about myself far too often.

There are two reasons the idea kind of repulses me. First, I’m supposed to talk GOOD about myself. Second, I’m supposed to let YOU talk good about me. Chills, I tell you, though I admit the latter is far scarier than the former.

But since I just waxed on (forfuckingever) about pushing outside my Comfort Zone yesterday, I figured what the hell. Here goes nothing.

The Rules

1.) Post one of the banners on your blog and declare February 14th as the day you not only love your one and only, but the day that you love yourself!

2.) Post one nice thing about yourself…then ask others to post one thing that they really like about you.

3.) Enjoy yourself!

Well, this takes care of #1:

One Nice Thing About Me

I make a mean bowl of Fruity Pebbles. OK, that doesn’t count. Too easy.

I really am down-to-Earth. I treat people like individuals, and don’t care what Collective they may be part of. I make up my own mind about people, and try not to let other people’s opinions taint my own.

And? I just said taint. Heh.

That takes care of that bit. Now comes the really scary part.

Your turn.

#3? The enjoying myself part? Yeah, that’s also the 3rd reason I don’t like Self Love Day. Too much pressure.