The time once again approaches. Every year, it is inevitable. The month of January crawls inexorably toward February, and once the shortest month of the year arrives, it's only a matter of days.
You know what I speak of. Valentine's Day is fast-approaching, once more.
Of all the holidays that come to pass in one year, Valentine's Day always strikes me as the most fabricated, the most Hallmark, of them all. It's a very gooey sentiment, celebrating love and lovers; I've never really wrapped my mind around the concept.
My history of Valentine's Days, in a nutshell:
- Elementary school: forced to give cards to everyone, so that no one feels rejected.
- Middle school: secretly longing for someone to buy me a Valentine Gram (sold for a paltry dollar and delivered during class).
- High school: Resignedly accepted my fate to be alone on Sap Day; turn my attention to giving gifts of chocolate and overly pink cards to my friends, instead.
And that's been my approach ever since. In all my 20 years of existence, I've never once celebrated a Valentine's Day with any lover of any sort, but it's only been in the last few years that I've come to terms with it. Nowadays, I celebrate love in its other forms - I give cards of appreciation to my friends, I hand out chocolate to anyone and everyone - and I pelt people whom I feel are being overly affectionate (at least, I imagine myself doing so).
This Valentine's Day looks to be no different. No lover, but no cares. I'll be on duty - I've warned my residents that I'll document people for overly excessive PDA. :] I'll give cards, I'll arm myself with candies (my friends gave me a couple of bags of my favorite Valentine's Day treat - Hershey's Hugs!) and fling them at the unsuspecting, and I'll enjoy the love and affection of true friends.
I've never known any other sort of love on Valentine's Day, and this year, I won't be looking for it. I'm more than pleased with what I've already got.
<3
3 comments:
Or you could do what I do - dress in black, sneer at the people with significant others, and listen to angry music. I like the idea of throwing things at people, but I feel you may get away with it better than I could.
Or you could do what I do - dress in black, listen to angry music, and sneer at the lovey-dovey types. I like the idea of throwing things, but I think you'd probably be able to get away with it better than I could.
*hugs* People always forget that there are alternate forms of love to celebrate on the 14th.
To me, it's always been my sister's birthday. :D And it will continue to be as well, heheheh.
I think we should also make it a celebration of chocolate day. ^_^
Er though, that's really.... every day.
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