OK, I know I’m a couple days late with this post about “that day”. You know the day I’m talking about. That day when the color red is everywhere as if you are constantly surrounded by the after math of some bloody massacre. That day when the retail world, including card companies and candy factories, push you to consume items that supposedly represent your feelings about someone. That one day on the calendar that marks necessity for every being to act like a romantic love sick fool. You know the day. February 14. Valentine’s Day.
Now don’t get me wrong my loves, it’s not that I don’t have a romantic bone in my body. It’s not even being single that makes me despise this holiday because, even when I was married or otherwise attached, I have always loathed February 14th. I appreciate romance just as much as the next person, but I appreciate genuine romance! Flowers (which will die and I can buy myself any day), chocolate (do any of us really need candy?), mushy cards littered with hearts and glitter (I’m gagging), fuzzy stuffed toys, singing balloongrams, sappy movies and songs… It all makes me want to vomit. It’s so fake!
It’s not that I don’t believe in expressing your feelings (should you be afflicted with that condition…feelings), but my real dislike for this make believe holiday is that it mandates that this one day is the day you are supposed to show the person you love that you love them. (Can it really even be called a holiday? I mean, I get mail and I can go to the bank…but I digress). I’m sorry, but true love shouldn’t follow a calendar. If you truly love someone, I mean truly, unconditionally, can’t-imagine-life-without-you love someone, then you show them every day, not just one day a year.
Showing someone you care about, that you do in fact care about them, out of the blue on any given day means so much more than being forced into it. No one likes feeling like the only reason someone is expressing emotion to them is because cupid made them do it. Cupid is stupid. Stupid little naked baby armed with a bow and arrow. What’s a baby doing with weapons anyway?
If you love me, if you care about me, hell… even if you just like me, show me every day, not one day a year. Hyping up one day as THE day to show someone you care, belittles the feelings and sentiment being conveyed. Forcing the expression of emotion makes those feelings insignificant and meaningless. Do yourself and your loved ones a favor… tell them and show them every day that you care.