I FlipFlopped On Valentine’s Day And That Isn’t A Euphemism

I made the mistake of rereading my Valentine’s Day post from last year where I hate on the day like she stole my bike.

This Valentine’s, I’m all LET’S LOVE EACH OTHER. {hug} {smooch} {hug}

And I have now discovered the number one reason having a blog sucks — I’m a proven flip-flopper. My own writing and a good Google search is all anyone needs to realized that I can’t be trusted.

By next year, I might attempt to BE another Saint Valentine and assume my place as the patron of bee keepers, fainting, the plague and happy marriages. (When no one knows much about you, I guess you become a patron saint of things via Mad Libs.)

I’ll admit, last year’s post was funnier and more STICK IT TO THE MAN if the man was named Hallmark and showed up with roses and a romantic comedy.

Then again, embracing Valentine’s Day got me this message from my Nana: Oh Alex, I haven’t received roses like that since your grandfather died. I cried when I got them. Thank you.

So I’m pretty sure this year wins no matter how uncool love on Valentine’s Day is.

Plus, I ordered extra cookies in my kids’ Valentine cookie bouquet so I’m going to be in a happy sugar coma in T-minus 5 hours.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

May you never be afraid to change your mind.

PS. Are you having a crappy Valentine’s Day? Well, know this: I would share my cookie with you.

It’s true although I think that loving people comes a little easier when you have awesome people in your life. It’s like that quote by William Gibson: “Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure that you are not, in fact, just surrounded by @ssholes.”

So know you are well-loved on this side of the Internet on Valentine’s Day and always. Thanks for not being an @sshole.

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

19 thoughts to “I FlipFlopped On Valentine’s Day And That Isn’t A Euphemism”

  1. Love the quote – so true! My husband and I do not go all out for V Day, never have – as in he does nothing at all and I get him a $0.99 card. But I have always liked it for kids. The Valentine party at school was always my favorite – as a kid and a teacher. And who can’t resist joining in a holiday full of red, pink, and chocolate!
    I just hate that people feel all sad and depressed if they are single on Valentine’s Day. You are single the day before and the day after – what does it really matter if it’s on Feb. 14 too?

  2. Here’s another reason why I love you:
    You aren’t afraid to change your mind.

    I like that you’re a flip flopper.
    Why? Because at least you pick a side.

    I’m an official waffler who always leaves herself an “out” (no euphemism here, either).

    When I take a stand, it’s usually with the caveat that “this may work for some of you so don’t hate me” which is my lame attempt to be sweet and supportive of all opinions.

    This may be a result of training to be a public school teacher in the 1990-2000s: “Kid, you are SO wrong but I want you to have HIGH SELF ESTEEM!”

    The only good thing that comes out of this is that I’ve hedged enough bets to never have to completely eat crow. (Valentine’s Day is the official day of idioms, right?)

    Anyway, carry on with your flipping and your flopping and your euphemisms and non.

    And as for me, I think sharing love is NEVER a bad idea. I just don’t want to be told when and how to do it. (Maybe a euphemism.)


  3. William Gibson: “Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure that you are not, in fact, just surrounded by @ssholes.” HELLO! Best advice ever 🙂

  4. Jebus…you mean to tell me that maybe I’m not bipolar…and that maybe I should look at the assholes around me…
    Damn it.
    I knew I was fecking awesome and they sucked.
    Pass me a cookie will ya.
    (Ps. totally pulling your chain. I need to write this comment down for when my husband nags about my “moods”)
    Happy Valentines Day or otherwise known as cookie eating marathon

  5. The only flip flopping to be done on Valentine’s Day is in the privacy of ones bedroom 😉

    I’m currently enjoying a jujyfruit induced coma. Want one? Trade you for a cookie.

  6. You’re so much nicer to yourself. I call myself a straight up hypocrite. I like flip flopper though. Much nicer. I used to beat myself up about it, but now I embrace it. Besides, I think changing your mind about something, embracing it and admitting you just changed your mind is a powerful thing. Politicians could learn a lot from us 🙂

    1. That’s why I stopped using the word “hypocrite” — I was tired of it being an insult to change your mind. Who has everything figured out about everything at the first moment they decide how to feel? No one. Maybe we need to just take back the word. HYPOCRITES UNITE!

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