Things got dangerous this week, as I made the brave choice to enter Target once more. I entered this mission knowing exactly what I would be getting into: an explosion of “love,” hearts, and gifts only a lazy boyfriend would buy. But I needed to get some essentials (tampons, razors, and Lean Cuisines), and there was no way I was going to the less perilous location (Walmart) to get them.
Upon entrance I held my head high and walked past the Dollar Spot chalked full of chocolate and metal mailboxes for elementary school Valentine’s swaps. Whew. Close call. I even kept my eyes on the prize and didn’t glance over at the Valentine’s section that almost took me out last week. Just as I thought I had made it out safely, that’s when I saw it. The card section. Not so conveniently located near the beauty department, it was inevitable I’d run into it.
I thought about things logically. My grandparents mail me a card every year, so it would only make sense to return the favor and get them a card too. I began sifting through my options, and that’s when all logic was thrown out the window, and emotions began taking over. If I’m getting a card for my grandparents, I should probably get one for my parents too. Well, maybe I should get one for other people too. My sister? My brother? My best friend? Uncles? Aunts? Cousin? Just to play it safe should I get one for a boy, you know just in case?! I aborted mission, dropped everything, and scurried out of there. I thought I was ready, I was not.
Morale: Trying not to think about the inevitable breakdown that’s soon to come.
Signs Of Danger: I’ve started getting Valentine’s emails from the many stores I’ve been unfortunate enough to get on their email list. This can’t be good.
Health: Taking extra precautions and avoiding Valentine’s commercials by watching everything solely on my AppleTV.
Pray 4 me,
Pretending Not To Be Lonely Girl.
To read week one of “A Single Girl Attempting To Survive Valentine’s Season” click here.