So I know Valentine's Day is still a week away...but this week is going to be pretty hectic so I figured I start my thoughts on it in advance before the craziness & hassles that is expected this week commences. It's that time of year once again...when couples express their love & care for one another, thousands of dollars are spent on gifts here & there, flowers, candy, all that jazz. Soon enough, every corner will be decorated in red, white, & pink...little diapered cupids will be strung up high & imposter looking hearts will be plastered for every eye to see. The body experiences so many physiological changes on that day. The heart races, the brain secretes feel good endorphins, endless hormones are released...everything anatomically & physiologically possible is on OVERDRIVE. The day commemorates St. Valentine, a priest who secretly wed many men & their women that were forced by law to stay single. He sacrificed his life all in the name of one thing...LOVE.
Ok now to reality. Here's my criticism. Call me bitter, a killjoy, heartless...whatever. But I feel that Valentine's Day is so damn overrated. Yes i said it. OVERRATED. For a majority of my life, that day has been meaningless to me EXCEPT for the fact that it's my mom's birthday...so that in itself gives February 14 some significance. But that's it. It makes me cringe when I see couples acting lovey dovey & expressing their undying love in public, waiting 50 billion hours outside restaurants, blah blah blah. I do find it funny, however, seeing the men making last minute trips to buy flowers, candy, bears...you name it.
Now why am I exceptionally Scrooge-like this time of year? I have several reasons why. For one, I find it pretty darn sad that countless couples use this day as the ONLY day to express & show how much they love one another & reveal how much they care. My take on it: Why they hell can't they show it all year round? why do they have to use this 1 day out of 365 days a year to be extra sweet. I find no reasonable excuses on that.
My other reason is the fact that for a majority of my life, I've spent several Valentine's Days alone. It's what they call SAD (Singles Awareness Day). As mentioned previously, the only significance of that day is that it's my mom's birthday. Yes I admit. There WERE some Valentine's Days in my past that had meaning. I had special people that I cared for & some mutually cared back. But nothing really serious or extreme ever happened out of them. Mostly, my heart was ripped out & stepped on. To be frank, it wore me away & I got tired of false hope. That game was too overplayed. Yes you can call it bitterness...but if you weren't in my shoes & haven't experienced this type of pain & loneliness...you can't say squat.
Those are my reasonings. Bitter much? Yes. However, I can't be all unfair about this. I know there are SOME couples out there that show their love all year around...making this day just more special in fairness. And for many women, February 14 is that one specific day out of the year BESIDES their birthday where they can be spoiled by the man in their life. I can't criticize that. But until the day that someone actually proves that they genuinely care for me & whole heartedly loves me as much as I love them & take me for who I am...& this whole fuckin' game is over...& I'll finally have someone to celebrate this day with...Valentine's Day will always be pretty overrated to me.
We'll see how this year goes. Will it be meaningless again or will someone come into my life? As of late, I'm feeling that someone I've been re-igniting that fire with may give it some meaning for me. We'll see where this will take me.
My next update will be coming from San Francisco. Until then my friends...
Deuces.
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