Okay, enough...

Yesterday I received some odd emails from strangers berating me for not liking Valentine's Day. So I need to make something crystal clear: I do like Valentine's Day. I think it is wonderful: A full day to acknowledge and pay respect to your beloved. Like a day for your mother or your father, etc. How lovely, yes?
What bothers me is the rampant commercialism. The way the public feels it needs to go over the top and spend hundreds of dollars just for this one single day. As if each day you say "I love you" is not enough, as if it means nothing without this one special day. If someone wants to go all out and show his/her lover just how much she/he means on Valentine's Day, that is so beautiful, seriously. But please do not feel that you're being "forced" to shower your lover with expensive gifts. Do it because you want to. Do it because Valentine's Day is the holiday for love. Not because Hallmark says you should.
Clear? Yes? Good. Stop yelling at me, people I don't even know who probably won't even read this. Yes, I do love my spouse. More than your vitriol can ever comprehend. I am not bitter, jealous, or envious about other couples. I don't feel that I don't have enough love in my marriage. My husband does care for me in the ways I want. We love each other so much we often proclaim we'd die without the other. I have all the love and desire I want from him. For fuck's sake, I married him! I show him I love him every single day. However, just because we didn't shower each other with presents yesterday does not mean our marriage is unfulfilling. How dare you people insinuate that about me.
I just saw that my roommate posted an entry on the subject, that I agree with a hundred percent: If you can go to sleep on the night of February 14th knowing that you have cemented your love and devotion in your lover's heart for just this one day, kudos for you. I personally happened to not want to do anything special and neither did my husband. Guess what? We made love and professed magic, undying love to each other. That was special enough for me.
And for the record, I feel all commercial holidays are over the top. Thank you.
Happy? Good. Please leave me be now.

Okay, enough...

Yesterday I received some odd emails from strangers berating me for not liking Valentine's Day. So I need to make something crystal clear: I do like Valentine's Day. I think it is wonderful: A full day to acknowledge and pay respect to your beloved. Like a day for your mother or your father, etc. How lovely, yes?
What bothers me is the rampant commercialism. The way the public feels it needs to go over the top and spend hundreds of dollars just for this one single day. As if each day you say "I love you" is not enough, as if it means nothing without this one special day. If someone wants to go all out and show his/her lover just how much she/he means on Valentine's Day, that is so beautiful, seriously. But please do not feel that you're being "forced" to shower your lover with expensive gifts. Do it because you want to. Do it because Valentine's Day is the holiday for love. Not because Hallmark says you should.
Clear? Yes? Good. Stop yelling at me, people I don't even know who probably won't even read this. Yes, I do love my spouse. More than your vitriol can ever comprehend. I am not bitter, jealous, or envious about other couples. I don't feel that I don't have enough love in my marriage. My husband does care for me in the ways I want. We love each other so much we often proclaim we'd die without the other. I have all the love and desire I want from him. For fuck's sake, I married him! I show him I love him every single day. However, just because we didn't shower each other with presents yesterday does not mean our marriage is unfulfilling. How dare you people insinuate that about me.
I just saw that my roommate posted an entry on the subject, that I agree with a hundred percent: If you can go to sleep on the night of February 14th knowing that you have cemented your love and devotion in your lover's heart for just this one day, kudos for you. I personally happened to not want to do anything special and neither did my husband. Guess what? We made love and professed magic, undying love to each other. That was special enough for me.
And for the record, I feel all commercial holidays are over the top. Thank you.
Happy? Good. Please leave me be now.

Okay, enough...

Yesterday I received some odd emails from strangers berating me for not liking Valentine's Day. So I need to make something crystal clear: I do like Valentine's Day. I think it is wonderful: A full day to acknowledge and pay respect to your beloved. Like a day for your mother or your father, etc. How lovely, yes?
What bothers me is the rampant commercialism. The way the public feels it needs to go over the top and spend hundreds of dollars just for this one single day. As if each day you say "I love you" is not enough, as if it means nothing without this one special day. If someone wants to go all out and show his/her lover just how much she/he means on Valentine's Day, that is so beautiful, seriously. But please do not feel that you're being "forced" to shower your lover with expensive gifts. Do it because you want to. Do it because Valentine's Day is the holiday for love. Not because Hallmark says you should.
Clear? Yes? Good. Stop yelling at me, people I don't even know who probably won't even read this. Yes, I do love my spouse. More than your vitriol can ever comprehend. I am not bitter, jealous, or envious about other couples. I don't feel that I don't have enough love in my marriage. My husband does care for me in the ways I want. We love each other so much we often proclaim we'd die without the other. I have all the love and desire I want from him. For fuck's sake, I married him! I show him I love him every single day. However, just because we didn't shower each other with presents yesterday does not mean our marriage is unfulfilling. How dare you people insinuate that about me.
I just saw that my roommate posted an entry on the subject, that I agree with a hundred percent: If you can go to sleep on the night of February 14th knowing that you have cemented your love and devotion in your lover's heart for just this one day, kudos for you. I personally happened to not want to do anything special and neither did my husband. Guess what? We made love and professed magic, undying love to each other. That was special enough for me.
And for the record, I feel all commercial holidays are over the top. Thank you.
Happy? Good. Please leave me be now.

Synesthesia

Something I don't believe I have ever told anyone:

http://wearcam.org/synesthesia/synesthesia_long.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synesthesia

It seems that for my entire life, I have had music to color and personification acquired synesthesia, as well as a few other types whose names I do not know, associated with feeling, texture, taste and sound. Particularly during an epileptic seizure. Mainly because the synesthesia was most likely triggered by the epilepsy, which was triggered by the cerebral palsy. It all goes back to the cerebral palsy.
I can't even begin to explain what it's like... but a recent post on my friend's page made me decide to just come out and say it. When I was younger, I thought almost everyone did this -- saw colors or felt sensations when hearing music or thinking about a certain day or a month. It's not something that can be controlled, and no, it's not common or typical. It's not just that a word makes me think of a taste or feeling: the word and the taste or feeling are the exact same thing.
(The days Saturday and Sunday are cheery, sunshine-flavored twins, but Saturday is cobalt blue, and Sunday is royal blue.)
(Sting's "Desert Rose" explodes with lush greens, golds and reds like a vibrant Amazonian rainforest, ripe with the smells of rushing, crystal clean waters and sunlight in the trees. It is full of passion, intense desire, almost anguish, and each musical note cries and thunders and aches and pulls at every one of my senses.
It's one of my favorite songs.)

There. It's out. I'm not crazy.

Twenty-seven years of crazy-but-not-crazy and this is the first I've spoken publicly about it.

Synesthesia

Something I don't believe I have ever told anyone:

http://wearcam.org/synesthesia/synesthesia_long.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synesthesia

It seems that for my entire life, I have had music to color and personification acquired synesthesia, as well as a few other types whose names I do not know, associated with feeling, texture, taste and sound. Particularly during an epileptic seizure. Mainly because the synesthesia was most likely triggered by the epilepsy, which was triggered by the cerebral palsy. It all goes back to the cerebral palsy.
I can't even begin to explain what it's like... but a recent post on my friend's page made me decide to just come out and say it. When I was younger, I thought almost everyone did this -- saw colors or felt sensations when hearing music or thinking about a certain day or a month. It's not something that can be controlled, and no, it's not common or typical. It's not just that a word makes me think of a taste or feeling: the word and the taste or feeling are the exact same thing.
(The days Saturday and Sunday are cheery, sunshine-flavored twins, but Saturday is cobalt blue, and Sunday is royal blue.)
(Sting's "Desert Rose" explodes with lush greens, golds and reds like a vibrant Amazonian rainforest, ripe with the smells of rushing, crystal clean waters and sunlight in the trees. It is full of passion, intense desire, almost anguish, and each musical note cries and thunders and aches and pulls at every one of my senses.
It's one of my favorite songs.)

There. It's out. I'm not crazy.

Twenty-seven years of crazy-but-not-crazy and this is the first I've spoken publicly about it.

Synesthesia

Something I don't believe I have ever told anyone:

http://wearcam.org/synesthesia/synesthesia_long.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synesthesia

It seems that for my entire life, I have had music to color and personification acquired synesthesia, as well as a few other types whose names I do not know, associated with feeling, texture, taste and sound. Particularly during an epileptic seizure. Mainly because the synesthesia was most likely triggered by the epilepsy, which was triggered by the cerebral palsy. It all goes back to the cerebral palsy.
I can't even begin to explain what it's like... but a recent post on my friend's page made me decide to just come out and say it. When I was younger, I thought almost everyone did this -- saw colors or felt sensations when hearing music or thinking about a certain day or a month. It's not something that can be controlled, and no, it's not common or typical. It's not just that a word makes me think of a taste or feeling: the word and the taste or feeling are the exact same thing.
(The days Saturday and Sunday are cheery, sunshine-flavored twins, but Saturday is cobalt blue, and Sunday is royal blue.)
(Sting's "Desert Rose" explodes with lush greens, golds and reds like a vibrant Amazonian rainforest, ripe with the smells of rushing, crystal clean waters and sunlight in the trees. It is full of passion, intense desire, almost anguish, and each musical note cries and thunders and aches and pulls at every one of my senses.
It's one of my favorite songs.)

There. It's out. I'm not crazy.

Twenty-seven years of crazy-but-not-crazy and this is the first I've spoken publicly about it.