Hearts and such
I always enjoy holidays. They give me a reason to act silly, dress silly and just plain have fun. Valentines Day is no exception to this rule. I think I’ve had an actual “Valentine” once out of all my years on planet earth. Having a Valentine is not what makes Valentines Day special, I think it’s just being around people who you love.
I like hearts, I like drawing them, and I enjoy the color scheme. I will wear heart beads to work this weekend and I’m sure everyone will be jealous. The one thing that bothers me about Valentines Day is the fact that I always get asked by at least a handful of random people, do I have a Valentine? Who cares! Half the time I want to smack that stupid smirk right off their faces when they ask me, but that would be mean right?
This year, my dog Minnie is my valentine, so why don’t I just take a picture of her, cut it out and paste it to my shirt with a pink heart around it so people stop asking useless questions. That sounds like the perfect plan.
If you really want to know how I feel about the actual idea behind Valentines Day then I will tell you. I think it’s an ungenuine time of the year when people who are in a relationship are forced to go along with society and pamper their significant other. Every day should be Valentines Day when people are in relationships because every day should be special. If the bum you’re dating isn’t doing anything special for you all year round then why be with the shmuck? Sure, VDay is a chance for all these men to redeem themselves, but it’s one day out of the year!
I will give you all an example that I feel suits this arguement very well. My roommate and her boyfriend. I have the unfortunate pleasure to live with both my roommate and her boyfriend..actually, they live with me, but that’s neither here nor there. So, they have been dating for close to 3 years now and I think he’s a total loser. Of course she thinks he’s great and I keep asking her to give me examples of why she feels this way. All they do is lay around the house together. Apparantly that constitutes a good time. Whatever. He never does anything fun with her, or suprises her with flowers or little things or takes her out to dinner. He just doesn’t try. For Valentines Day he goes all out though, and I know it’s to shut her up for all the things he “doesn’t” do throughout the year. There are so many red and pink nic nacs around the apartment right now it makes me want to vomit. She has been raving to me all week about how he sent her flowers at work. Big deal! Why don’t you tell him to treat you right all-year-round and forget all the stupid shit on Valentines Day. At least that way I wont have to look at all this clutter everywhere.
Bottom line, I think of Valentines Day as more a fun holiday. I get to make heart shaped cookies, wear pink things and cut hearts out of colored construction paper and hang them on the walls. Oh yes, and Minnie is wearing a pink heart sweater right now. Priceless.
