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| Valentine, Shmalentine | 12th Feb 2003 @ 18:37 |
So, here we are in the final run up to the most depressing day of the year. I'm talking about this month's Hallmark Day, a.k.a. The One With All The Hearts And Flowers. This year I'll be sending just the one card (it being Dad's birthday on the 14th), and doubtless receiving none. Ah, well...
I'm really not sure what the point of Valentine's Day is - other than making money for card-makers, florists etc. If you're in a relationshp, then quite possibly you're going to have some stress about finding the right gift for him/her, organising a romantic evening or whatever. But if you're happy in your relationship, surely you don't need some officially sanctioned day to treat your partner as someone special. And a Big Romantic Gesture works just as well on any other day of the year - or maybe better, as it would be that much more unexpected. And with Valentine's day, there's always the problem if what you do doesn't measure up to your partner's expectations...
Oh, and for those of us languishing in singledom, it's at best irritating - big read hearts in every shop window, and no chance of getting a table for dinner. At worst it can bring on soul-destroying bouts of depression - the displays everywhere reminding you that you don't have someone, or of past happiness. It comes as no surprise that this day has an elevated suicide rate. (FYI, I'm somewhere betwixt these two extremes).
Last year there was someone I wanted to send a card to - just something to say "You have a Secret Admirer", noting more (that's all that my shyness(?) would permit me). Surely finding such a card should not be a difficult task... First there were all the "to my wife/girlfriend/dog" ones - not really appropriate to the situation. Next there were "I'm so desperately in love with you" ones - which would be rather overstating my case (and probably rather creepy for the recipient). Then I did find one with a fairly tolerable poem on the front - except that the final line inside the card was something like "... I want to get into your pants". Ah. I didn't even bother looking in the one that started "Roses are red, Violets are pluckable..."
In fairness, last year wasn't too bad. There was the small bit of excitement from sending the card (even if it never lead anywhere). In the evening, I busied myself in the kitchen making m00se and lasagne (a silly amount of effort just for one person, but that was, of course, the point). At 8 o'clock, I sat down with my food and, by the all-time most fortuitous piece of TV scheduling, watched Once More, With Feeling! (a.k.a. Buffy the Vampire Slayer: The Musical) for the first time. And just like that, all was right with the world. |
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The last time I got one was in mylast year at Uni - far too long ago. I never found out who sent it and I haven't had one since. would be nice to have someone to cook dinner for...
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All true, but also true of Christmas, New Year, birthdays and anniversaries. All of these can seem exclusive if you don't get an invite to a party, or have friends handily accessible for fun. If you are on the inside then you have to decide whether to accept the arbitrariness of the celebration - but it's no more arbitrary to award yourself a restaurant meal because you've been alive 27 years than it is to ring round your friends and invite them to accompany you to the pub because you like cider. As missingdonut said to jiggery_pokery about not drinking: all these reasons are valid, but they might not be valid for all people. (This isn't meant to sound chippy. It's an interesting question.)
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Oh yes, the other annoying thing about Valentine's Day is that it will radically decrease the extent to which people rationally deal with suitably themed spam, junk mail and other malware. I can't remember whether the ILOVEYOU virus had any connection with February 14th (thinks: must ask my man in the field about this) but just think how many suckers it would have caught if it had done.
I say "Bah" and "Bollocks to it".
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