FTD is going to freakin’ hate me for this one. Do you love getting flowers from that one you love?
I do, and yet, I don’t. Gifts, such as flowers, sometimes make me go all weird. Is that the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard? Here’s a supposed basis concerning the flowers (supposed because I really don’t know what it’s about. If Freud were alive, he’d probably analyze the hell out of this shit, seriously.
Here's my thinking: Flowers die. They’re cut. They will die, no matter what you do to them, so - if they are given as a representation of love, what then? (See what I mean?) I know, it's really probably that X does not equal Y. Does that mean the love behind the flowers will die? Make no mistake. I love, love, love flowers...when they are growing. Specifically, when they are growing in the ground. And blooming. My very bestest favorite flower? Birds of Paradise. Unfortunately, it doesn’t grow in West Texas. Maybe that’s my problem.
This weirdness of mine really doesn’t bother ThatManILove. He spoils me rotten, he just makes super sure what gift I want. Before he buys it. And guns/hunts/puppies are always winners.
Y’all think I might have a little control problem?