Far From A Typical Monday

It was a Monday, the most manic day of the week. I rode the train on my way to work and I can't help but notice how people around me are either very elated or too pissed off. Then it dawned to me that it was Valentine's Day. I opted to stay neutral and stayed on my usual Monday mood - devastated at the fact that it's yet another workday; enraged at the thought that the weekend unfortunately came to an end. I tried hard not to let the Hearts' Day hype get into my system.

Shit. Valentine's Day. I've been denying it but I don't know how I can possibly spend that day in the most normal, socially acceptable, and remarkable way possible.

As I sat there, a thought popped into my head. I dug my phone out of the pile of mess inside my bag, let it rest on the center of my hand and thought things over. I pressed a few buttons and I saw your name. I took all the pride I'm nursing just to take that big step towards happiness.

That, so far, is the best impulsive decision I came up with which I didn't end up regretting the next day, not even after a month has passed. In fact, with how things are going I think regret will never cross my mind. NEVER. :-)

Loving Monday for the first time,