Le sigh

Nothing like Valentine's Day Weekend to make a single girl feel so self conscious about not having a man in her life. Especially when a Game Night on Valentine's Day Eve turns out to be a couples event, minus your truly as the token single girl. Of course, it's one day out of the whole year that's devoted to love, a Hallmark holiday if you will. I'm a firm believer that one should celebrate love every single day, not to make a huge production of this random day in February. However, it's hard to escape the pink, red, chocolate, roses, kisses, affection, teddy bears, etc. of the day. It's hard not to critically evaluate oneself and wonder, "What the hell am I doing wrong? What's wrong with me?"

I attempt to live an optimist lifestyle, a glass half full kind of world. I bring the smiles to my work life, the bubbly attitude, the can-do persona. I am flexible, accomodating others' needs and wants before my own at times. With the constant battle to please everyone and maintenance of this cool and collective attitude, I sometimes wonder the point in doing it. Half of the time, I do not reap the benefits of these kind works.

Sometimes, I feel like no one listens to me or even realizes that I am here.