Ok. So maybe it's a cliche that single people really don't care for Valentine's Day. But things become cliche for a reason. And, although I don't speak for all single women, I do speak for myself. And myself says, "VD sucks." I haven't actually had a date, boyfriend, or even a secret admirer for v-day since Bill and Monica were exposed and viagra was approved by the FDA. The sad thing is...I'm not even exaggerating.
It's not that I'm anti-love. Hey, if you can find it, more power to you! It's that some people feel the need to emphasize that you don't have that ooey gooey romantic love in your life. Not only do they emphasize it, but they actually seem to enjoy making you feel like a pariah for it. Or...even worse...they then try to make you feel "better" by telling you about all of the people who love you in this world. Puh-leeze!
It is one day. One day out of 365. I wish I could be as cynical as some and say that it was created by the greeting card companies, but I can't be. Chaucer mentioned Valentine's Day. And even Shakespeare wrote about it in Hamlet. (Probably the most appropriate play for it to be in.) But even thought I can't be as cynical, I honestly don't love the day. I actually hate it. But more than anything, I hate the way people can try to make me feel about it. I hate that I give that power to them. Albeit for a very short time, but I still do it.
So, if you see me on that fated day, please don't acknowledge that it is anything. Don't wear themed sweaters. Don't flaunt the bouquet you got. And...whatever you do...unless you have a man wrapped up for me somewhere. DO NOT ask me what I'm doing for the holiday. It is no more a holiday for me than Thanksgiving is for turkeys.
It's not that I'm anti-love. Hey, if you can find it, more power to you! It's that some people feel the need to emphasize that you don't have that ooey gooey romantic love in your life. Not only do they emphasize it, but they actually seem to enjoy making you feel like a pariah for it. Or...even worse...they then try to make you feel "better" by telling you about all of the people who love you in this world. Puh-leeze!
It is one day. One day out of 365. I wish I could be as cynical as some and say that it was created by the greeting card companies, but I can't be. Chaucer mentioned Valentine's Day. And even Shakespeare wrote about it in Hamlet. (Probably the most appropriate play for it to be in.) But even thought I can't be as cynical, I honestly don't love the day. I actually hate it. But more than anything, I hate the way people can try to make me feel about it. I hate that I give that power to them. Albeit for a very short time, but I still do it.
So, if you see me on that fated day, please don't acknowledge that it is anything. Don't wear themed sweaters. Don't flaunt the bouquet you got. And...whatever you do...unless you have a man wrapped up for me somewhere. DO NOT ask me what I'm doing for the holiday. It is no more a holiday for me than Thanksgiving is for turkeys.
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