Flashy. Ubiquitous. Chivalrous. Kissable, you Valentine’s Day
(Picture was found on Google yada yada yada. I did not create this yada yada yada...just clearing my a$$)
So does he hate Valentine’s Day or does he like it? Well here’s the thing, when I was in my early 20’s I hated Valentine’s Day. I hated it because it was such a commercial holiday, a day where lovers frivolously threw their relationship in your face. It’s a day set aside for lovers, a fairy tale kind of day, a day where nothing can go wrong and you shower your lover with gifts, a day that has to be perfect or if it’s not, you end up paying for it for the whole year; spend a crap load of money on one day or spend a crap load of money and hear it for the whole year? You pick your poison. As my argument towards Valentine’s Day begin to make me look like a cheap bastard, a nightmare of a boyfriend sort of speak, I started to think: Why do I hate this day so much?
It’s such a commercial holiday and maybe some part of me is a hipster. I mean the idea that some other girl/guy are being treated special on the same day, the guy or girl who is a complete jerk or bitch to each other are sharing a day of love with you. I know, it’s not about them but it becomes about them when you go out on the town and see other couples. I’ve seen couples on Valentine’s Day and you can see the love between them. It could be an act but we all know true love when we see it? Do we? As I got older and went through a relationship with a woman who sort of shared a similar view, Valentine’s slowly begin to warm my heart up, but not fast enough. She was still on the fence about not celebrating the holiday and I was hoping maybe we could create our own Valentine’s Day.
A day set aside for us, a day that celebrates our love, something that was not our anniversary, a day were all the women in the office mumbled under their breathe, “That bitch Why does she get random roses?” Something that would truly make her feel special, a day where she shines because she got roses and another gift is coming when she gets off of work. I remember the florist asked me one day in May, “What’s the special occasion?” I told him, “there was no special occasion, I love her and I want her to feel special on a day that’s not special.” The girl behind the counter almost took her panties off when I said that. It wasn’t a pick up line, it was flashy, ubiquitous, chivalrous, and kissable. =) FUCK……Valentine’s Day has made me realize that, everyday is a special day for someone. Everyday someone is born and everyday someone has a birthday; which by the way, I wonder if there is one day in the year someone does not have a birthday? I digress, actually, I didn’t digress, this is segwaying into my now emotion. I’ve come to realize that every day is a special day. Every day we meet someone, whose birthday could be the day you don’t think is special; that person may become the most special person in your life and to think, that day at one point meant nothing to you.
I might be thinking too deeply about this because now, I find myself wondering….maybe Flashy, Ubiquitous, Chivalrous, and Kissable you isn’t right to scream at Valentine’s Day…I mean, it is a special day right?