So some of us plan on doing nice things for those we're closest to...lovers...friends...but what about you. What if you're single on a love holiday and you don't have a bestie to share in the expression of singledom with? Well, this just happens to be a holiday that I'm very familiarly single almost every time. And well, if I'm not single, the relationship that is sinking is usually right around this time, and I always give em a week more to completely submerge. So now you have yourself a submarine, but instead of ride it around for a while, you've ejected yourself, and you're hanging onto a life raft or some tight bed of kelp that is keeping you afloat. At least it's edible, and somewhat nutritious...you may live to see land.
Anyway, as I always say "throw yourself to the cosmos, and the cosmos will receive you." Thus so I have found myself spiraled into a most busy work schedule and abnormal social constrictedness on this love holiday, until...I realize that the one place that I needed to be was not in the throes of a random, or the lackluster attentiveness of a flailing relationship, but among my peers/cohorts/roommates, inspired by the heat of a blazing bonfire, and fueled by the presence of new faces...and beer...yet consumed by even better conversations. Meanwhile, I'm texting friends and formers about the day, and the events to come, recreating and envisioning our being from exploding synapses and dreaming up the amassing possibilities. And I'm now cozy, and happy the day draws to an end, my eyes are lullabying, and I'm doing just fine. :)
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