Hello stocking loving fashion world, I am the newest member to the bloggosphere of awesomeness. I am the guy who will be brutally honest about love (the ins and the outs),what guys think about girls (the good and the bad), and basically just life. My name is.................... "X|change", because my purpose on this blog will be to tell you the world is purely straightforward, blunt blank and simple, but as an exchange between me and you. But anyway, lets get back to the concept of Valentine's Day. Its a crazy holiday that comes once a year, and automatically everyone is suppose to become lovey dovey with one another. But it is kind of complete BS. Only for the reason that people should be feeling loved everyday, and we shouldn't have to wait one day of the year to receive cheap chocolate that was mass produces somewhere in south america, and give away freshly cut roses that are suppose to be a token of our appreciation, but then dies in a couple of days. Is this what we all really boil down to? Why can't someone just buy somebody a rose or chocolates on any of the other 364 days of the year simply because they were thinking about them?
It kinda seems as I get older, Valentine's is becoming a little more commercialized. That makes me think whether or not its for the younger kids. The people around me just don't seem to care. OR the people that do care are only doing it as friends. For example a girl will be valentines with another girl. Or how about this.........the "pitty valentine".....the person who doesn't have a date so the designate you as their valentine by default. LMAO. Don't designate me as your Valentine because this is a two way street. Do drive on my side, your gonna have to get some permission, you feel me? Anyway just know that Valentines is one heck of a holiday. Maybe thats why its in the shortest month of the year......so we can forget about it quicker.
This is X|change signing out.
***Disclaimer: These crazy thoughts and outright amazing idea are not a reflection of RaneeC.
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