A single, kinda bitter woman's anti-valentine's day ramblings

I just about can't do Facebook today. Just this never ending newsfeed sea of pink and red, flowers and bears, vomit and bullshit. A wise friend said earlier, it's alllll a catty contest of competition amongst us ladies.

It's like some stupid contest "Loookit what I got! Ain't him so great" Would you still love this man just as much if you were empty-handed today? What if he were broke. Do you take him for granted every other day of the year? Hmmm, I wonder. And I wonder how many gentlemen were bullied into buying gifts today.

It's a day where all who are in relationships act like it's all good, all the time, like nothing ever goes wrong, and look down their noses at the single. 



I think I can honestly say is that even if I were in a relationship, I'd still hate Valentine's day. It's just too sickening, sappy, saccharine, and FAKE.

How many of these folks posting their declarations of love and gifts they've received, will be crying in their beer this time next month?

I know, I know, I sound so bitter. Maybe even hateful to some. But it's overkill. The more I try to not acknowledge this day, the more it seems to engulf my space and appear out of random places.

You judgmental know-at-alls

Someone recently told me on Facebook: "you certainly do talk about men a lot."

Yes, I do. Your problem with that is??????

What the hell am I supposed to be talking about? Global warming? What happened in the stock market today? Sorry, I am not a scientist, environmentalist, nor business woman. I'm not even close to earning a college degree. So stop expecting the whole entire world out of me. Yes, I am extremely intelligent and hard-working, but damn, I cannot please all of you judgmental know-it-alls. There's only one true judge, and that's God. Not you.

I am a single black woman over thirty without children. I want children and marriage someday. Men are ALL I talk about it. I'm heterosexual as a woman can get. They intrigue me, they fascinate me, anger me, confuse me, and turn me on. I love them and I hate them. Get used to it, adjust the settings in your brain. Better yet, get over it. I guess they just expect me to be happy with being alone and going without sex. Don't question why things they way they are, just be happy, just be complacent, don't talk about it.

You know, where do people get off thinking they have any control over what anyone else says or does? It irks my nerves more than I know it should.

I will continue to give my thoughts and theories about men. Don't like it? Don't read it.

Sincerely, the Queen of Charminland.