St Valentine’s Day. The one day a year when couples pretend to give a shit and singles pretend they don’t. For those seeing someone “special” February 14 is a day meant for chocolates, expensive gifts and that favorite sexual act. For singles, it’s all about proclaiming the day was created by Hallmark. Please, stop spreading that shit. It’s all about the headless horny guy.
Why do we feel the need to take a stance on this day of cum and wetness? As a single, do I really have to defend my singleness to a world of couples that don’t give a fuck? Of course not. All being single on V-Day (ever notice those initials are V and D; just saying) means its just another day, albeit one typically filled with stranger sex (hey, I’m allowed to boff, too) and cream-filled snack cakes. Last year was meant to be different, but Scout was a useless cunt.
This year, though, I’d like it to be different.
See, I met someone recently, but distance makes it a bit tough to see each other. Plus, it’s still very new and not really a Valentine-type thing. But till, those first moment are nice, aren’t they? And did I mention we have yet to meet face to face? Yes, silly, but with the potential for something a bit… more. Maybe it’s just the new person to befriend thing. This is someone where personal history is equivalent to a mystery. And mysteries are fun.
Starting out on something new, no matter what it is, has a refreshing sense of excitement attached to it. A wondering of what will come keeps the enticement fresh. Now, I’m not saying I foresee some grand future with someone I barely now, but I do get that feeling that something could grow, something not horrid and already decayed. Even as just a long distance friendship, the new relationship is something intimate and sweet.
Maybe it’s just the time of year. After all, people all over are celebrating their mutual mushiness for one another. Sickening for the lonely and jaded. Hell, I get tired of all the public displays of affection. Not because of jealousy or sadness, though. I get skeeved cause there are just way too many uglies bumpin’ in the streets. I know, I mean.
Having a day dedicated to showing someone you adore them is a nice idea. But not really necessary. Why not show that love year round? You don’t need to buy a diamond necklace every time you want to say you heart someone, you could just say it. I’m not going all anti-Valentine. More pro-make-every-day-Valentine’s Day. Relationships are work, not a once-yearly thing you can just phone in.
Trust me. I didn’t even get the phone part from Scout. Have I mentioned what a useless cunt that cunt is? Wow, didn’t realize there was still some hate there. Should probably work that shit out, don’t you think? This was not meant as an anti-Scout rant, yet that is where it keeps dipping into.
Anyway, back to this chocolate-fueled holiday… and the promises of new things to come.
See, Valentine’s Day does not only mean loving what you have, but it can also plant the seeds of hope for what may come. It may not be a celebration of two people (cause that’s kind of hard when you’re single) but of one person moving in the general direction of another. The idea that the pains of the past need not be permanent. And who knows? Maybe next year, the day of rainbows and flowers will be celebrated the old fashioned way.
Wouldn't that be special?
So what’s the moral here? Don’t hate. Stop complaining that it’s Valentine’s Day and is evil and unholy (even though those purported origins sure sound Saw-ish) and let those WEs out there enjoy each other’s naughty bits surrounded by roses and sweets. And as for all those couples out there molesting each other in full view of the rest of us?
Get a fuckin’ room.