Categories: Ramblings

Aww hell. Here it comes again. Valentines Day, and with it comes the usual intolerable elements: the couples with that lovesick look on their faces, the red and white everywhere and oh yes, the commercialism. Every single commercial-minded person or entity is trying to cash off the holiday, all saying the same basic thing: “He doesn’t really love you until he gets you one of these.” I guess I shouldn’t really blame them. Today is the only little shower in the long drought following Christmas. And yes, HE, because this is a woman’s holiday. Men are supposed to splurge on this day, with absolutely not regard to their financial obligations. Women just buy the significant others small presents not to make it seem so one-sided. No wonder so many men say “I don’t believe in Valentine’s Day.” Translation: “I don’t wanna splurge on some meaningless trinkets just because society says so.” Ok, maybe not so many words.

I’ve never been a fan of the holiday, mostly I think because of the fact that I’ve never had a Valentine - until now. My girl is one of those lovey-dovey types. In fact, she gave me my present on Saturday (a not so-subtle hint that she wants her present soon). Fortunately, I was busy today, so I could stave off the mush until someday during the week. hopefully some of the presents will be marked down by then. And here’s the ironic thing, on the day when people are supposed to use their lips the most, mine are cracked. I mean really cracked. Stripping, discoloured, bleeding cracked. Ugh. V-day is just not my day.