Plus, buying yourself flowers is just… it’s just not a good look. Well, in the sense that I don’t have a breakfast table that needs sprucing up. I don’t have a cute, little place to call my own. I have a dorm room decorated with some loose cacti and an enormous photo of The Rock hanging from the wall. But, see, if someone else were to get me these flowers, then I would have no choice but to find a vase, a space on the table, and a nook in my heart with which to devote to the giver.