Valentine's Day is soon upon us...
I want to run screaming for the hills. I hate this day. I know, you're thinking "Oh no, she is one of those Hallmark holiday fun hatters who never has a date on Valentine's Day so she is cold and bitter."
This is not my problem. I have spent only a few Valentine Days alone; in fact, I've had the best of both worlds. I've had a few great ones and a few very shitty ones, and none of them have any weight on my decision to be a Valentine Day hater. What I really hate about the holiday is all the cuteness. Like I have said a million times before, I hate cuteness. And Valentine's Day is so fucking full of it with all those pink and red stuffed animals and chocolates in a heart shaped box. And lets not forget all those tacky cards with bad one liners and half assed poems on the insides.
Because really, any gift I would enjoy can only be bought at a store where you have to be 18 or older with a valid ID.
But is this really how we are suppose to show our love for one another? And what if you're not in love? What if you are in a situation like mine, where you have just started dating someone, then what? Suddenly, this holiday comes along and you have all this pressure on you to be in love, fall in love, and say you are in love. All that pressure just builds up and makes you feel obligated to say and do things you may not want to, like buy a dozen roses for a girl who's eye color you don't even know.
Why can't we all just agree to ban this holiday from our calendars and promise to show each other we love them every day, instead of just once a year. Just think about it. What if you did one small act of love for your sweetheart everyday? Like putting an "I love you" note in with his lunch, or sending her a mid day dirty email about how hot you think she is. Little things like this would take a minute or two tops, put a smile on everyones face, and in the end we all would get a lot more love than if we tried to cram it all into just one crappy day. Plus, it's crap like that which gets you laid, not a box full of cheap chocolates.
And that, people, is why I hate this holiday. Unless you ask my shrink, she'll tell you I am just afraid of intimacy. But fuck her and her PHD.