Hello ladies. It’s Valentine’s week. Pray for me.
No offense to Valentine’s fanatics, but it’s a giant nightmare for me. It definitely doesn’t have to be, and it probably isn’t for most people, but I’m the queen of overthinking and overanalyzing, so here we are. Welcome to my TED talk.
So earlier, while everyone (not everyone, shout out to the single ladies) is basking in the love of Valentine’s with their significant others and walking down the gorgeous and infamous expanse of Jayhawk Boulevard, I slipped and fell ungraciously onto my derrière.
Oh yeah, did I mention it’s icy out? Lovely.
What the hell? Ice? Was this a metaphor? Was it a sign? Was I meant to stay indoors this whole week with three blankets wrapped around me while eating cookies and watching Nora Ephron movies? And during this binge, would I simultaneously be failing my classes since my rude subconscious told me to avoid all human contact just because of some dumb holiday created to appeal to a capitalist agenda?
I did not exaggerate when I previously stated I am the queen of overthinking. Yeehaw.
Anywho, slipping on ice is humiliating, I don’t recommend it. But you know what’s not humiliating? Being single on Valentine’s day. Seriously, it’s not. Especially when you have your gal pals and iced coffee still exists in the world. Go out with your friends and liven it up. Sleepless in Seattle will be there waiting for another day. Just watch out for ice.