St Valentine's Day

The most romantic day of the year. Allegedly tracing roots back to a medieval figure or something. You can look up the story on a dozen sites probably. So much time has passed that who can know what actually transpired. I learned today that the past is just a story that we tell ourselves. And sometimes we share that story with others, I guess that is the form of written records. I found that to be a very interesting concept. Maybe we'll find our way back to that before the end. So anyways, it's a romantic day. I'm alone, I mean physically, I have no significant other. I have no room-mate either. I stand alone, which is fine. Most of the time I prefer it greatly, as any avid reader would know. This fact is alluded to as you walk into my home by a cleverly selected piece of art near the door. You know which one I mean... But yes, if I had paid attention more or bought into the "blatant consumer-centric hype" of the day I might have found myself down or sad about being on my own. This wasn't the source of my melancholy however, if you can call it that. I sat down and watch the movie Her, alone on Valentine's. As it turns out, that was a mistake. That movie is tonally depressing and for me it was very thought provoking. Long considered the hallmark of a good film, the ability to change the course of one's day, or even to inspire deep feeling, this movie had what it took. It was long enough ago now that I can no longer pinpoint the exact sentiments that were chemically induced in my brain sphere but I know that something was going on. The plot itself is really neat, something not specifically tackled at the time it was made. I am a sucker for Scarlett Johansson's voice too. I don't know why, don't question me! But it was a very well done film. Bummed me out pretty good though, that much I recall. So I'm in a sad situation, now feeling sad. I ate a big meal and folded up my laundry, including clean sheets before slipping into them for a full-on bed nap. This turned the tide for me. I watched some television, I read in my book. I played some Freecell. I typed up something for the Archives page. It turned into a nice recreational day. I ate my dinner and killed time until the mid-season premiere of Walking Dead and Talking Dead. That took me nearly until bedtime with a short interlude to relay this update on my day. I guess I didn't get back to that thought on the past, maybe tomorrow.