I just looked at my calendar
and realized that tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. I don’t really pay attention to
the day when that little “f***ker” in the diaper shoots arrows into the hearts
of those who can only show love on February 14th. We shouldn’t have to be reminded to express
our love for someone.
What is the big deal with
Valentine’s Day? Shouldn’t real love be a constant thing? Shouldn’t we be
saying “I Love You” to all those in our lives as often as we can? If you feel
the need to over express in February what you should have been saying the rest
of the year, you need to examine your definition of love.
We should spread love around
to all those people we hold in our hearts, and it should happen everyday. I
don’t feel the need to wait for the “Holiday of Love.” Love doesn’t need to come in
the form of perfume-scented cards, undies for two, the Snuggie of Love, or a
giant Mylar heart. It should be in gestures we do everyday. It is much more
meaningful to display your love in daily doses, or to say it in the moment.
Don’t let marketers and
merchandisers decide when it is appropriate to display love. We buy into this
holiday of hearts and a flowers like it’s the love lottery, and we are waiting
for the Powerball of passion. Go into
any gift, flower or candy shop and you’ll see a giant explosion of red and
pink. It’s a Pepto Bismol, cherry cough syrup world of love. Imagine Mary Kay and the Red Hat Society are having a joint convention. It’s the day of hearts. In fact, look around
there are more hearts than a cardiac intensive care unit.
A dozen over-priced roses can
set you back a month’s car payment, and that giant heart-shaped box of
chocolates needs to be delivered in a minivan. Giving that twenty-five pound
box of Godiva is your way of saying, “Honey, I love you enough to give you diabetes.”
Let’s all overcompensate because of our inability to convey emotions the other
364 days of the year.
In our society many men are
taught they should be stoic and tough. It shows weakness to be overly emotional
and express feelings. It’s a cave man mentality of throw her a T-Rex
hindquarter and pull her by the hair. Maybe that’s where Valentine’s Day first
started. Every February 14th the Cro-Magnon man would throw a
boulder at the Cro-Magnon woman and she would realize that was her partner.
They could only throw the
boulder once a year, or they would kill her. Only, the gesture didn’t need to
be overstated, and knock her off her feet. They could have given her a pebble
everyday or held her mud covered Cro-Magnon hand. It is the little, constant
gestures that matter, not the big annual display, that shows you don’t now how
to relate except for an official holiday telling you it’s time to relate.
I’m not a cynic and I love
holidays just as much as everyone else. I guess I just don’t see the need for
Valentine’s Day. Love and romance are special and shouldn’t be left for a cold
day in the dead of winter. If it has to be on the calendar of holidays, it
should be a blip on the radar of giving love to those special relationships in
your lives. It shouldn’t be a giant, over-marketed altar of gushing rose
scented, lace-covered, chocolate love. Live for love everyday and let Hallmark
concentrate on Easter.
HAPPY VD SPREAD IT AROUND!!
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