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Tuesday, February 8, 2022

February Love and Hate Fest

Dear Sillies,
I've been slacking. We're already closing in on mid-February. It's time for our annual VDay Hatefest. First, a disclaimer: I'm still dating JT. 8 months now! Both in our 50s, we agree that we wouldn't have worked out had we met years earlier. We weren't ready. We were too different, and too married, and/or too involved with meaningless flings (Nah, that's just me). 

Now that we're mature, as per this photo, 

we can support each other, keep our separate lives going, and I can beat him at Scrabble. (He doesn't blog, so he doesn't know I wrote this.) He's actually WAY smarter than me, which I tell him all the time. I'm WAY more competitive, though. Top score: 394. Woot! 

Back on point, I still HATE, HATE, HATE all that Valentine's Day represents. Your worth is not based on your marital or dating status.  There is no fairytale. Oftentimes, being single is a very good choice. And if a couple needs to showcase their love, something's wrong. Self-respect and self-love are key. Hershey chocolates are neither fair trade nor edible. Romantic love doesn't ONLY exist as it does in the media (between straight men and women who happen to be white, gorgeous, single, and stranded together in a snazzy ski resort). 

So bring it! Give us some hate. Comment by 2/14, in less than 25 words, with hateful sentiment towards any or all aspects of what St. Valentine's Day's attached to according to our superficial, money grubby, close minded media and Hallmark.  

Must be a follower, and please no curse words but you're welcome to use an *asterisk* (e.g., f*ck Hershey chocolates). 

You'll vote for your favorite, and the winner will receive a very sweet mailing from me.

Thank you, Silly Loves.

 

36 comments:

  1. Those are always fun to read. Will think on it.

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    1. Please do.
      It IS always fun. Thanks Alex!

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    2. This is not original but I modified it a bit:
      Blood splatter is red
      Ultraviolet lights are blue
      I've seen enough murder movies
      That they'll never find you!

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    3. Haha. Wow, Alex. This is very gruesome and witty and well -gulp - thanks for a perfect Hatefest entry!

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  2. Roses are red, violets are blue,
    A night with chocolate pisses on one with you...

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  3. Will you be my valentine? I could stand to save some money.

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    1. Sure, Mike. Oh, this is an entry, I believe.
      Great, perfectly hateful.
      Thank you.

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  4. So glad you waited until you were both mature. I can’t imagine what it might have been like when you weren’t.

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    1. Okay, okay, I've reconsidered. I'm not a scofflaw. I follow the rules. So here's my poetic entry for this years Anti-Valentines Love and Hate Contest --

      A nip and tuck
      Improves romantic luck
      Helps you find a cute guy in a truck
      And finally get that . . .
      [Oops, word limit reached]

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    2. Haha. Did you hear my laugh from Nor Cal.
      Thank you, Debra! Bravo.

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  6. I’m so happy for you and he seems to love fun..that’s good.
    You are so special to me
    You opened your heart, I see.
    But you harp on things rather than let it be.
    So now you’re under that tree
    As I drink champagne knowing I’m free.

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    1. I love this, Birgit. I tried shaving it down to under 25 words, though, and that wasn't right of me. I'll see if you'd do that yourself; it only needs a little trimming. =)

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    2. You're so special to me
      but you nag rather than let things be.
      Now you are buried under that old oak tree.

      How's that?

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    3. Perfect! Thanks, Birgit. Often the shorter ones pack the most punch. Smiles.

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  7. My sweet wife's never been a fan of flowers, stuffed critters or store-bought sentiments. "Love me for who I am," she says. I do.

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    1. That IS very sweet. You got yourself a good one, BAF.

      PS I notice you didn't mention chocolate. Perhaps you buy her the good stuff, after 2/14.

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  8. Lupercalia To Valentine

    From Lupercalia to St. Val.
    It's time for every guy and gal
    To tryst under our lunar disk
    And exercise their asterisks.

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    1. Hahaha. Your brilliance shines again, Geo.
      Love it. *Exercise their asterisks.* Woohoo. (I think I'll use this line with my sweetie.)
      Thank you. It's a great contest already.

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  9. I would send something scathing, but my internet connection from my snazzy ski resort is too damn poor to connect. Bwa haha

    You guys are a couple of cuties. If I've said it once, I'll say it a thousand times...I'd rather be alone than be with the wrong person.

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    1. Amen. Amen. I've been much more productive during my long stints of singledom, much more balanced too. Thank goodness JT gave me the a nice way to end InSanity, and I was already done with most of the book when we met.

      Love ya, Elizabeth.

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  10. Nice to meet you, Robin! ☺ I saw your comment about this on Birgit's blog, and, since I have no use for Valentine's Day either, thought it would be fun to join. 24 words:

    Valentine's Day is almost here
    The merchants rub their hands with glee
    Silly people live in fear
    Don't they know that love is free?


    Hershey's chocolate tastes like feet. 😝 Wishing you and JT all the best! He sounds like a keeper. Cheers!

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    1. Ooh, excellent, Debbie D. Plus, all the bonuses: New blog follower and friend through the outrageous, and wonderfully heartfelt, Birgit.
      Thanks so much!

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    2. I'm glad you like it, Robyn. ☺ I love your blog and was intrigued by your memoir as well, so I purchased the ebook. And yes, Birgit is a treasure. ♥

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    3. Oh, you keep bringing smile, Debbie. Thank you. I'm so glad to be Facebook friends too. I tend to frequent that more than my blog. Thanks for the compliments and I hope you enjoy my memoir.
      Birgit has made me laugh more than any other bloggy friend. Her stories and comments are a riot, and her heart is golden.
      Anyone who's fond of her, I'm fond of. =)

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  11. My woman hates chocolate
    so I'll not buy chocolate unless its for myself,
    for no one else will,
    and if I buy my own,
    it won't be Hersey's nor milk chocolate,
    I want it dark and rich...
    And while I'm at it, cupid is stupid,
    and so is keeping account of number of my words.

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  12. Haha. Nicely played, despite the word count rule breakage, Jeff. Thank you. I'm a fan of dark and rich too. Smiles.
    Be well. Enjoy your chocolate, always.

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  13. Agree with your sentiments that this man made "White" holiday is rather foolish and it often makes single people feel bad which is stupid. Hubby and I don't usually celebrate it. One doesn't need public displays of affection; but facebook is always plastered with them. On Anniversary's tell your wife or husband or significant other you love...no need to post it on facebook. Some thing with V Day. Didn't bother to count my words, am not a lover of chocolate. It's never the candy or desert I want or ice cream for that matter. Have an awesome day, all days can be special.
    Sandy's Space

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    1. 100% agreement from me, Sandy. Thank you.
      A sweet week to you!

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  14. I'm widowed.
    I don't want chocolates.
    I want a huge ribeye steak that I can eat alone in peace. lol

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    1. Ha. That sounds scrumptious, Mary. I hope you treat yourself to one!

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  15. Do haikus count?
    If so...
    I went to the store
    To purchase some heartfelt love
    Eff. Super Bowl's on!

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    1. Off course it counts, Al.
      And it makes me laugh too. You always do.
      Thank you.
      PS Who won the effin Super Bowl?

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