VD Sucks

No, not venereal disease... although I'm sure that isn't pleasant either. I can't remember the last time I had a problem with Valentine's Day... even VD 2003 (the last one I can think of that would have been negative) must not have been all that bad because I can't remember it at all. But this Valentine's Day weekend, I've been more than a little down. That sucks considering how good last weekend was, but I kind of expected it. I let depression take over and didn't follow any of my New Years Resolutions... I ate like a pig, didn't get out much, and didn't do much work for class at all. I spent quite a bit of time just listening to music, playing minesweeper, and thinking.

I even skipped hanging out with my church folks tonight. I recognize the need to be around people when I get this lonely, but I just couldn't shake the idea that being the odd guy hanging out with three happy couples would just make my evening even worse... so I stayed at home. But it did get me thinking about how blessed I have been to have those three couples in my life. It is common for surviving spouses* to feel abandoned by their married friends, but I have never had that feeling. I don't know how to adequately thank Josh & Chantae, John & Hilary, Jeremiah & Tamara. Perhaps someday I'll get the chance to do something truly meaningful for them in return for treating me so well (even overlooking my sometimes-crude sarcasm).

I've actually had a lot more than that on my mind this weekend, but I'm still sorting through the rest of it. I'll share more as things solidify. For now, I'm just glad this particular holiday is over. Here's hoping the rest of February shapes up to be as good as the first week and a half.

Random Side Note: Inglourious Basterds is not the kind of movie that will cheer you up. I thought some dark humor might suit my mood, but it turns out that I judged the book by its cover (or the movie by its preview) and came up wrong. Despite hilarious commercials, the movie just isn't that funny at all. Every funny part is in the previews and the rest of the movie is either boring or just plain depressing. Granted, it's a different kind of depressing than "I'm alone on Valentine's Day," but it's still depressing. Don't make the mistake of thinking you'll feel better after watching it.

* "Surviving spouse" sounds odd, but I just can't call myself a widower. If a widow is a woman whose husband has died, the widower should be the one who created the widow... or at least did something with her. I didn't create a widow or do anything with/to a widow. It just doesn't make sense to add the -er suffix. The English language is so strange sometimes... and only an English teacher would be strange enough to take issue with something like this... go figure...