Dead Flowers

I hate flowers.

It all started at my grandmother's funeral in 2006. A lot of flowers were at this somber event. It was a sublime gesture for a beautiful life. It did though, turn me off flowers and roses, of any kind.

Afterwards, I became turned off by the sight of flowers especially red roses. Just looking at them disgusted me; the feeling of death encompassed me.

In 2009, a simple gesture of sending someone flowers was twisted to mean something else.

Due to those events, I have peremptorily sworn off buying flowers for anyone.