Thursday, March 12

Being in Chicago and having down time has really made me think about a lot of random things about my life. One thing that crossed my mind when we made a quick pit stop into Jewel [Shaw’s Chicago branch is called Jewel for some reason], was why do I not like getting flowers from guys? We walked past all the pretty bouquets of flowers right near the greeting card section and it made me stop and think for a moment. Why do I genuinely dislike getting flowers from a boy? Then it hit me, I’ve never been given flowers and had them have good connotations. Only two boys, other than my good old dad and grampy, have ever given me flowers and the circumstances were never all too great. The only time my ex from high school gave me flowers was after we had gotten in a fight over the phone so he showed up at Marshall’s with a bouquet in hand to say sorry for being a dickhead. Andrew on the other hand gave me flowers on multiple occassions from no reason, however they were always dumpstered bouquets. I mean, don’t get me wrong it’s sweet to get flowers but not when you know they were plucked out of a dumpster.
Who knows, maybe one of these days I’ll get flowers and won’t give a fake smile and a thank you while I’m cringing a little bit on the inside. But as for now, getting flowers from female friends or my parents are the only times I genuinely feel appreciated when handed flowers.