It’s Valentine day’s eve and everywhere I turn seems to be themed with love and romance. This isn’t a “love don’t live here” article.
Let’s take a detour and rewind my life activities to the last 24hours. I sat across the interviewer while she went through my CV asking the regular interview questions and of course butting in nano seconds before I can make a full statement to answer her questions, she suddenly said I can’t believe you’re 20 something with no work experience.
There was a tone to which she said it, like it’s a disease of some sort. Immediately I felt like my life was on a Ferris wheel of some sort, going faster that it’s usual space and all I can do is to scream in protest till my voice is raw but this isn’t the first time I’d feel this way so instead I maintained my cool and shook off the after feeling of the effect her tone had on me.
24hours after I’m sinking deep in this unbelievable soft couch, snuggling throw pillows checking my Instagram feeds and WhatsApp status, I realized even Cupid has failed me, I’m 20something with no date for Valentine and work experience (does writing on writing platforms count as work experience? I think it does Lol).
I’m a hopeful romantic and love lives in my heart regardless of my relationship status but the words wouldn’t just stop ringing and being the dreamer that I am, I can’t stop imagining what it will feel like to have gift box containing red roses, a red dress, a rose gold Michael kors wristwatch and a bottle of Baileys. A date on a yatch or by the beach side wouldn’t be a bad idea. That’s all I would have wanted for a Valentine gift but Cupid has failed me.