Courtlin’s Hilariously Sad Valentine’s Day Memory
Today is supposed to be a day of love, but for Courtlin it brings back a hilariously sad memory from her preteen years.
It's no secret that I'm not a fan of Valentine's Day. I'm not going to crap all over the holiday, because I know there a ton of people who love to celebrate it, but it's just not a day that I care about at all. I know what you're thinking: "Courtlin, you just don't like Valentine's Day because you're bitter and single!" Although I am both of those things, that's actually not why I don't like the holiday. Even when I was in a relationship I didn't care to celebrate it. After careful thought and consideration, I believe my dislike of Valentine's Day can be traced back to my awkward preteen years.
Back in middle school, the Student Council would put on an event for Valentine's Day (and possibly Sweetest Day, also). For a couple of weeks before the holiday, you could go up and purchase suckers and flowers at lunch time, and you would fill out a little card with who you wanted them to be sent to. This, of course, was a big deal, especially to us preteen girls. You would watch your crush go up onto the stage in the cafeteria to make his purchases, and you would daydream that he was writing your name down on that little slip of paper. It wasn't just romantic, though, plenty of people sent treats to their friends, as well.
When the big day finally rolled around, I was so excited to see if I had any secret admirers. I listened carefully as they called out names and passed out all the goodies, anticipating that somebody would send me something.
I'm sure you can see where this is going.
I didn't get SQUAT! Zip! Nothing! And the worst part was, all of my friends did! All of them! I was obviously devastated. In fact, I'm pretty positive that I went home and cried. The details surrounding the memory are a little fuzzy (it was a VERY long time ago), but I'm pretty sure that's when I started lowering my expectations.
Now, you might be thinking, "Courtlin, that was SO LONG AGO. Get over it!" Relax guys, it's not like I go home and cry every year. In fact, I've had some decent Valentine's Days since then. It's just that romantic holidays kind of remind me that deep down inside, I'm still that weird, awkward, naive, brace-faced little girl that nobody liked.
In honor of that sad little girl, I want to hear some of your hilariously bad V-Day stories! Share yours in the comments!