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Valentine's Day
Feb. 13th, 2006 03:10 pmI always hated Valentine's Day when I was single. I felt it a smug celebration of coupledom, which was something that a few years ago I never expected to be part of. Now that at least one woman in the world has seen my obvious greatness and has decided to live with me, my opinion of the day has changed surprisingly little. I'm not saying that I don't enjoy it - it's a great reason to give chocolates, receive chocolates, eat chocolates, and go out for a nice meal (if room). The trouble is that I feel that much like everything else, the meaning of the day has been lost in commercialism.
Rather than a day for people who are already together and vastly increasing the profits of Hallmark, I think that Valentine's Day is meant to be about being able to express love rather than continue what's already there. Apparently Chaucer pretty much invented the tradition when he wrote "on Seynt Valentynes day, Whan every foul cometh there to chese his make" (presumably having had one too many that evening).
My point is to urge everyone reading this and planning to be miserable tomorrow to not waste your time like I did. Write something out that's nice but not excessively cheesy, put it in the object of your desire's post slot or under their door, and make someone feel good about themselves. Yes, I'm talking to you. Stop reading now and go and do it. You might be glad you did.
Rather than a day for people who are already together and vastly increasing the profits of Hallmark, I think that Valentine's Day is meant to be about being able to express love rather than continue what's already there. Apparently Chaucer pretty much invented the tradition when he wrote "on Seynt Valentynes day, Whan every foul cometh there to chese his make" (presumably having had one too many that evening).
My point is to urge everyone reading this and planning to be miserable tomorrow to not waste your time like I did. Write something out that's nice but not excessively cheesy, put it in the object of your desire's post slot or under their door, and make someone feel good about themselves. Yes, I'm talking to you. Stop reading now and go and do it. You might be glad you did.
