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Feb. 14th, 2006 03:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
reverancepavane| I think today I shall abandon a tradition that I have carried on for far more years than I really care to remember. I had a tradition, you see, that each Valentine Day I used to give out 12 (mainly white [1]) single roses, and place a 13th dark red rose on the grave of a certain someone I cared rather deeply for. But over the last couple of years I have found that too many of the recepients want to read things into this act, and the fun and joy of getting someone to smile has (mostly) gone. Besides, I'm running out of people that I can give them too, even anonymously. So I shall, at long last, and probably beyond time, stop. Although it does feel strange, not to be conspiring with friends over this matter. It also means that I am breaking my long-standing covenant with the Oracle of Thespis. Which in turn means I am no longer under its protection. Such as it was. [1] Although I always did prefer to give green roses methinks. Although I think, in the language of flowers, Molly is probably the most appropriate flower for the day. <grin> |
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Date: 2006-02-13 10:26 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-02-15 09:27 pm (UTC)i blame the selfish americans and their stupid
propagandacomedies/soapies, telling the masses that flowers must mean something - usually "oops, i just cheated on you" or "will you sleep with me now?" :(that and the fact that most people assume their assumptions are fact, so no longer ask - or listen - any more. possibly for the aforementioned reason ...
"Instead I resort to my normal method of mumbling and running off whenever thay are around"
that'd be the fairly normal guy approach that we've all found ourselves doing.
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Date: 2006-02-15 10:38 pm (UTC)Why break with tradition, I say. [1]
[1] Then again, isn't one definition of insanity repeating the same actions and expecting a different result? Unless you've read Sir J.G Frasier, of course, in which case it's magic...
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Date: 2006-02-16 06:09 pm (UTC)i've read frasier. he was insane.
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Date: 2006-02-14 11:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-15 08:57 pm (UTC)<grin> <hug>
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Date: 2006-02-14 05:19 pm (UTC)In days of freer budgets and cheaper flowers, I used to love presenting bouquets at random to people I cared about. Though whenever I delivered them, I'd always get people on the train coming up and asking who I'd received them from, and they'd just give me weird looks when I said I'd bought them for someone else...
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Date: 2006-02-15 09:29 pm (UTC)yeah, imagine that, people don't just receive them, they also give them ...
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Date: 2006-02-16 03:52 pm (UTC)*grin*
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Date: 2006-02-16 06:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-15 08:56 pm (UTC)She was having dinner with a fellow worker from the bookstore she worked in, and her colleague lamented that she had received no flowers today. She returned to work. A bit later on, a stranger walked in, presented her with a rose and a bow and walked out, without saying a word. The gentleman in question had been dining at the same cafe, and had obviously overheard the lament of my friend's co-worker.
In many cases that was the effect I strived to obtain, although it was difficult some times. Especially arranging to remain anonymous. As some of the people on this list know, having been used as cut-outs in such operations. <grin>
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Date: 2006-02-16 06:16 pm (UTC)