It seems that today, the day after Valentine's Day, flowers are even more so, evidence of the joys of life as a female. I did not understand this, even after I changed gender, (as living full-time, 24/7 as a woman), until I ran into difficulties, in fact an artificial depression due to side effects of a hormone regulating drug, (though not HRT). As I coped with it, some female acquaintances, tried to help me with it. One thing I remember that seemed to work, was buying myself some nice cut flowers, and I still don't know, why clinging to this symbol of the beauty of nature, a beautiful bright spot in my life that I could possess and be as a result, be more satisfied with my life No matter how it worked, work it did and it was one of the things that helped reassure me and get me through many bad days, at that time.
Since then, I have never again needed the comfort of flowers. Today, I bought a bouquet of roses on sale at Walmart. I have put them in a nice, artistic glass vase and have attached a card to the vase, as if it had been a Valentine's gift to me, from someone else. This little self-deception did help to sooth my anger, at being still alone, and having dealt with so many transitory and worse, friendships. Of course, I have completely withdrawn from seeking a partner, and some time ago too, yet, it remains an echo of what might have been, had things been different, and the flowers still sit on the bookcase here. A vase of bargain bargain basement roses, is not such a tacky tokenl of the female life as all that, is it?