Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Happy Alone.

Valentine's Day is just one more reminder of the fact that I used to be in love.  One more day for me to remember what it felt like for someone to love me.  One more day I remember what it was like to have flowers delivered to my office unexpectedly.  One more day I feel lonely.

Except that it's worse.  Because it's also the day many people make a point of turning into a couples holiday.  Partners who fight constantly stop fighting.  And there's always one annoying girl who thinks that it's important for every person she knows to pair up with someone else because it's Valentine's Day.

Even if I wanted to say I was going to boycott I couldn't because everyone I see all day wouldn't be and they'd force me to participate in one way or another.  Plus, saying you're not "celebrating" Valentine's Day has always seemed kind of childish and passive aggressive to me.  As though you're bitter you don't have someone while the rest of the world pretends they do.  It seems so pointless. 

I am not bitter.  Though I am lonely sometimes.  I just miss being the object of another's affection from time to time.  And I don't like the falsified romance of this "holiday".  I'll still put on a happy face
(and maybe my tutu) and pretend I like it as much as everyone else so I don't have to explain my viewpoint. 

Bah, humbug.  And all that jazz.


  1. Psh, forget the romance aspect, it's a candy holiday and by the way, there are no candy hearts in Sweden. I like when my food tries to communicate with me.. it makes me feel powerful and cruel.

    The holiday as a whole is barely mentionable here. No decorations in windows, no jewelry adds or card pushing. Maybe a couple of people you know will wish you a happy valentines, but other than that you wouldn't even know it came and went.

    1. You know I enjoy that, too. I also enjoy Scrabble Cheez-Its. Speaking of which, I totally had a cracked spot on a Cheez-It the other day that was shaped just like a penis. I thought of you.

      I can completely appreciate not hearing about Valentine's Day. I had to go to Wal-Mart Monday and it was awful. The line in Garden was all the way back past the kids' toys. And because I now live in the central valley every person was Mexican. Not that I have a huge problem with Mexicans. I have a huge problem with not being able to eavesdrop on the people in line around me because I don't speak Spanish. Which makes me assume they are just talking about me. Besides, what's the fun in being stuck in a gigantic line by yourself if you can't listen to the people around you talk about their personal lives?