ITS JUST ANOTHER MONDAY PEOPLE!!

I remember back in high school when we used to leave flowers on the table for female teachers who were sweet enough to blush, at least fake it as far as I know-well all but my business studies teacher- God, I hated her! You know what she said, Valentine’s day is for white people. In her defense, she kinda did have a point. Sit tight for one very interesting and peculiar history lesson.

It is said this day has its origin from ancient Rome with some feast called Lupercalia being celebrated from the 23th to the 15th.  During said festival, a goat and a dog were sacrificed by the men and women were whipped with the hides of the sacrificed animals with the belief it would make them fertile-I have never read anything more wrong on so many levels in my life, ever. I am not even sure I want to ever recognize the day ever again. So anyway, during the festival, a matchmaking lottery was carried out where men would draw names of women from a jar and would coupe up with that woman as long as the festival went on or longer-I got your name, How you doing? Back to my story, the day got its name for some priest named Saint Valentine who was beheaded on the 14th, why, because he helped Christian couples in getting married and the emperor then Claudius the second didn’t like it-talk about tyranny. In the 5th century, Pope Gelasius abolished that weird ass Lupercalia festival and St Valentines day celebrations morphed into more romantic affairs.

I don’t know about y’all but it’s like the devil is working extra harder to remind you you are single and alone. Every where you look, couples holding hands and shit-I know you probably believe me but I genuinely am happy for them. Any status bearing the slightest of hints of red is just skipped without second thought.

It really is just a day to celebrate with those we love bar narcissists perhaps. At the same time, it just compounds the loneliness and singlehood of others, sadly so. I apologize if that served as a reminder-if you want to fight me for it, please bring me a rose and a hug while at it. Being the season and all, shoot your shot, shoot it good and you never know-hopefully she doesn’t turn into prime De Gea. Go big or go home-okay maybe don’t overdo it but I know you get my point. In line with that, my DMs are always open, wink wink.

_storyteller.

Comments

  1. Unknown14 February 2022 at 10:55

    😂😂I literally have no words to say you dumbass,you quite a storyteller 😍

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  2. Unknown14 February 2022 at 13:55

    It's just another Monday?
    We all know it's not😂
    Also, welcome to my world. This has been it for me every Valentine's for the past 21yrs😂 I'm getting used to it being just another day

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