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dalekpatronus) wrote2006-02-14 04:45 pm
dalekpatronus) wrote2006-02-14 04:45 pm
Like A Beam Of Light Through A Bottle, Baby!
As a child I always remembered Valentine's day as being some sort of special and happy day. I think that was the candy talking, that's the only reason.
As I grew older I realized that it has to meaning to me at all. It's another excuse for people to spend money. A reason to shower their loved ones with small trinkets and candies, almost as if to say "Yes, see? I remembered Valentine's Day and I wanted to let you know that you're worth it!"
Yes, I'm sure it's a great feeling to be worth a small heart-shaped box of chocolates and a cheap bouquet of roses (bought at the local grocery store, no less! Huzzah, you are high class!). I was at Walgreens last night around 9:30 and the Valentine aisle was packed. I was hoping to see a fight break out over some retarded stuffed monkey or something, but no such luck. People were chewing on their bottom lips as they plucked items from the shelf. You could see that they were beating themselves up for not buying that goofy singing puppy doll earlier.
I realize that there are three kinds of people out there when it comes to Valentine's day. There are the people who are already cozy in a relationship that see it as a special day, the 'day of love'. For one I feel that if you truly care about someone, you don't need a special day to dote on them. You don't have to wait for the widely accepted holiday to show your affection for the person you love. It's bullshit. Then there are the people who spend the day lamenting about how they are alone on Valentine's day. Big fucking deal. It's just another day so get over it. You were fine yesterday and you will be fine tomorrow, this day will not make or break you. Then there are the people like me, the ones who just don't really care one way or the other.
I realize that this whole entry may come off as me sounding horribly bitter, but I really don't feel that way in the least bit. I just think this is a stupid holiday. You know what February 14th is to me?
It's a marker.
It tells me that in 29 days I will be 22. When my birthday rolls around, I won't feel any different than I have for the last year. I will go about my life crawling around and desperately seeking for something or someone to claim as my own. Something to leave my mark on or someone to tear a piece out of so that I am never forgotten. I will still be dying with every breath that goes through my lungs and I will still be creeping towards my death as each day passes.
Enjoy yourvalentine's day. It is just another day, after all.
As I grew older I realized that it has to meaning to me at all. It's another excuse for people to spend money. A reason to shower their loved ones with small trinkets and candies, almost as if to say "Yes, see? I remembered Valentine's Day and I wanted to let you know that you're worth it!"
Yes, I'm sure it's a great feeling to be worth a small heart-shaped box of chocolates and a cheap bouquet of roses (bought at the local grocery store, no less! Huzzah, you are high class!). I was at Walgreens last night around 9:30 and the Valentine aisle was packed. I was hoping to see a fight break out over some retarded stuffed monkey or something, but no such luck. People were chewing on their bottom lips as they plucked items from the shelf. You could see that they were beating themselves up for not buying that goofy singing puppy doll earlier.
I realize that there are three kinds of people out there when it comes to Valentine's day. There are the people who are already cozy in a relationship that see it as a special day, the 'day of love'. For one I feel that if you truly care about someone, you don't need a special day to dote on them. You don't have to wait for the widely accepted holiday to show your affection for the person you love. It's bullshit. Then there are the people who spend the day lamenting about how they are alone on Valentine's day. Big fucking deal. It's just another day so get over it. You were fine yesterday and you will be fine tomorrow, this day will not make or break you. Then there are the people like me, the ones who just don't really care one way or the other.
I realize that this whole entry may come off as me sounding horribly bitter, but I really don't feel that way in the least bit. I just think this is a stupid holiday. You know what February 14th is to me?
It's a marker.
It tells me that in 29 days I will be 22. When my birthday rolls around, I won't feel any different than I have for the last year. I will go about my life crawling around and desperately seeking for something or someone to claim as my own. Something to leave my mark on or someone to tear a piece out of so that I am never forgotten. I will still be dying with every breath that goes through my lungs and I will still be creeping towards my death as each day passes.
Enjoy your