Confession: Couldn't resist the temptation

Honestly I was not planning to write anything about this, but the hell, I started elsewhere and this space will not be the exception. Amen.

Yes, it is about St. Valentine's Day. Well, this day really does not matter much to me, although the media's influence and the selling of 'The Best Ever Break-Up Songs' and Tesco Value roses, or the Student Union's roses, affect the people's pockets in the island. Mieheni barely looked at me when I told him this morning 'Happy Valentine's Day', and I thought that such would be the most effort I will put into this 'tradition'. Come on, I even had the radio off to avoid hearing to all sorts of stories and songs and things about the day. But few minutes ago, I turned the radion back on.

Indeed, all changed when the first thing that appeared in my computer screen, and I literary mean that it appeared, one email from my father... There is always someone out there who will remind you about those things you bitterly want to forget about; not because you are lonely or unlovable, but because those things have acquired other meanings for you. And because simply, I like to complicate everythinggggg.

Anyway, what my father reminded me, once again, is that it doesn't matter what i think of this day. In his normal casual ways, he described how he, my mother and siblings went to celebrate the day in advance on a Sunday brunch. Yes, they went to the nice buffet place that Nygard likes. Ah, yes, dad also said that he and mom will go today, again, out for brakfast. Later, I received a text message from my boss and friend, reminding me about the date.

So that's it? Shouldn't this insanity stop here? Should I move on with my day and begin working on the outline of the last chapter of my thesis? Or should I be part of this imaginary chain? Yeah, I will be today's prophet, my own of course, but just for today.

So far I have written an email to my siblings, cousin, aunt, uncle and his partner. My grandad, other aunt and mother don't read emails, although they like chatting with me in the msn every now and then. But because the family are the people who most likely would expect me to write them on this day, I decided to write to my best friends and even attach a silly photo of mine, why not?

Lastly, I made my confession here with all the intensions of making you part of the same thing. Whatever happens after this, it will not be my responsibility, but what you decide to make of it. Just as I did.