There's no doubt about it. Valentine's Day sucks. What a bunch of trite trash it is. Everyone
runs around frothing, proclaiming their love and pledging their eternal allegiance to one another.
It makes me sick. If someone truly cared about you, I think you'd hear it more often than once a
year, presented with a heart shaped cardboard box picked up from CVS filled with cheap
chocolates made with oils and lard and a card picked up for $2.95. This will supposedly cover all
wrongs and faults in the relationship with one fell swoop, leaving the giver allieved of all sins
committed within the past year. Don't get me wrong. I'm not a single young man bent on giving
grief to everyone else who is dating. I'm a stark realist. I want someone to tell me if I'm loved of
their own volition, not because some fabricated greeting card holiday sponsored by Hallmark
compels them.When was the last time you wanted someone to feel they are forcibly handing you
a gift? Was it just before or after you put on your "Will Dance For Love" sign?Another thing about
this horrid day is that people start anticipating it soon after New Year's. Once SuperBowl Sunday
has passed, you know that for the next month or so, all you're going to hear about is this day in
which Cupid, the fat, miniature angel wearing nothing but a loincloth, has pierced someone's heart
with his little Arrow O' Luv. Spare me. I think I'd rather see the darling cherub with a shotgun
wound to the head. Even in years past when I had a girlfriend on Valentine's Day, I thought it was
overrated and far over-hyped. My high school had a "service" you could participate in by paying a
dollar and filling out a little form. The results would come in on Valentine's Day and you could see
who it was that you were supposedly most compatible with. My high school sweetheart and I
were not even on each other's list. Well, we broke up eventually, so I suppose it was correct in a
way.Everyone around school carted around white, red, and pink carnations on this fabulous day of
ultra-conservatism. All the girls would flock together like a bunch of starving Ethiopians around a
bowl of rice to see who had gotten a flower from whom, what color it was, what they wrote in
the message, and to count how many they had in their possession. And yes i was one of
the "lucky" ones who had a girlfriend who ANNUALLY gave me a gift.Come to think of it thats how
all my girlfriends where.Getting a gift from your significant other on Valentine's Day almost seems
dumb.it's getting a gift that really, really means something that touchesthe heart. More often
than not, the gift that you get on this day of sick public displays of affection are nothing more
than a little something to say you've upheld your end of the bargain and have fulfilled your
duties. :banana:
runs around frothing, proclaiming their love and pledging their eternal allegiance to one another.
It makes me sick. If someone truly cared about you, I think you'd hear it more often than once a
year, presented with a heart shaped cardboard box picked up from CVS filled with cheap
chocolates made with oils and lard and a card picked up for $2.95. This will supposedly cover all
wrongs and faults in the relationship with one fell swoop, leaving the giver allieved of all sins
committed within the past year. Don't get me wrong. I'm not a single young man bent on giving
grief to everyone else who is dating. I'm a stark realist. I want someone to tell me if I'm loved of
their own volition, not because some fabricated greeting card holiday sponsored by Hallmark
compels them.When was the last time you wanted someone to feel they are forcibly handing you
a gift? Was it just before or after you put on your "Will Dance For Love" sign?Another thing about
this horrid day is that people start anticipating it soon after New Year's. Once SuperBowl Sunday
has passed, you know that for the next month or so, all you're going to hear about is this day in
which Cupid, the fat, miniature angel wearing nothing but a loincloth, has pierced someone's heart
with his little Arrow O' Luv. Spare me. I think I'd rather see the darling cherub with a shotgun
wound to the head. Even in years past when I had a girlfriend on Valentine's Day, I thought it was
overrated and far over-hyped. My high school had a "service" you could participate in by paying a
dollar and filling out a little form. The results would come in on Valentine's Day and you could see
who it was that you were supposedly most compatible with. My high school sweetheart and I
were not even on each other's list. Well, we broke up eventually, so I suppose it was correct in a
way.Everyone around school carted around white, red, and pink carnations on this fabulous day of
ultra-conservatism. All the girls would flock together like a bunch of starving Ethiopians around a
bowl of rice to see who had gotten a flower from whom, what color it was, what they wrote in
the message, and to count how many they had in their possession. And yes i was one of
the "lucky" ones who had a girlfriend who ANNUALLY gave me a gift.Come to think of it thats how
all my girlfriends where.Getting a gift from your significant other on Valentine's Day almost seems
dumb.it's getting a gift that really, really means something that touchesthe heart. More often
than not, the gift that you get on this day of sick public displays of affection are nothing more
than a little something to say you've upheld your end of the bargain and have fulfilled your
duties. :banana:
If at first you dont succeed, suck another seed!:crazy:
I talk to Jesus, he cuts my grass!
I talk to Jesus, he cuts my grass!