stereotypical single woman

Is there anything more indulgent or wasteful than buying a bouquet of flowers in the middle of the winter? When I was in grad school one of my very dear friends would buy herself a dozen roses whenever she felt little down or blue and I never understood why that would make her feel better. I’ve never been one to ask for or expect flowers from anyone but yesterday I was feeling very lonely, defeated, and tired. I wasn’t in a bad mood or specifically unhappy about anything, I was just very sensitive and emotionally fragile - everyone has those days. All I really needed was for someone to be nice to me, to receive a small show of affection, and possibly a very long nap. But I had to work so a nap was out of the question and it’s not like you can ask someone to care about you enough to do something just to make you smile so I was stuck in my little funk. On my way home from cleaning the bank I decided that I was taking matters into my own hands. I’d be nice to myself and buy something pretty and impractical that would make me smile - a dozen roses weren’t in the budget - but I found that a bouquet of daisies makes me just as happy. I finally understood why Laura bought herself flowers, and I’m very glad that I bought them for myself (and so are the boys.)