Love, Chocolate, and lack thereof.

    Feeling particularly… single… today? No fear lovelies. Just read up on the blissfully unromantic history of valentines day, and you might feel better. Cupids my foot! It may be spurred and encouraged for the purpose of some big whigs increased rate of Mullaw. So if your feeling lonely just remember, there is a whole lot more to life then mass produced greeting cards displaying a cliché declaration of hackneyed sentiment.

And I’m not bitter at all.

   Just kidding guys, valentines day is fine and I don’t judge. Who could complain against a yearly surplus of mooshiness, appreciation, roses, and maybe even an extra box of chocolate? But if I ever have a Mr. man, I have a feeling I would deny the whole schpeel just as much as I do now. Why?

1. Because everybody else is doing it.

    I have an irrational fear of being average. It is a peculiarity, I know. So when everyone else thinks something is da bomb, I revel in disagreeing. Call it the salmon syndrome.

2. Because it is so predictable and therefore unromantic. 

To me, true love is bringing your spouse flowers or cooking an extra delicous meal when they are having a bad day. It means really knowing somebody and responding spontaneously, almost miraculously. It means being aware of their needs and taking care of them when they need it the most. It means random love notes and un-birthday flowers. Others may disagree, but an established day where one is expected to hand over flowers, chocolates, and sweet talk?  Not quite so romantic.

3. Because the bigwigs are making so much money!

   Ever heard the term “hallmark holiday?” I have no problem with setting aside special times to remember and celebrate grandparents, moms, dads, secretaries, bosses, even love… but I still think it is more special do to it without a calendar day to remind your OR roughly 90 million greetings cards being sold courtesy of extremely thankful ( and increasingly affluent ) corporation owners.

The Verdict: 

I am by no means discouraging valentines day, or love, or celebrating.
Go ahead: get mushy, eat chocolate, be cute. That is fine.
 I’m just saying:

1. It is more special to appreciate love when your not expected to.
i.e. any OTHER day of the year.


2. For the sake of disappointing those greedy holiday inventors/marketers over at hallmark – make your own card for goodness sakes. Personalize your love a little bit. Forget the message ten thousand other people will be giving to their most-amazing-in-the-whole-wide-world-best-ever-significant-other and create your own note that is short, maybe not as witty/beautiful, but personal, real, and perfect. It is possible to celebrate each other without humoring those corporations. I’m not saying this to encourage the further demolition of our economy, I’m saying this to bring us back to the basics and out of american materialism.

Enough fancy words and not-quite-so-deep thoughts, just remember:  I don’t celebrate valentines day, but you sure can. And I am not cynical… okay well maybe just a tiny bit cynical.

Oh, want to know what I did today?

I woke up in the morning, put on some red clothes, realized it was valentines and said “nuts, I am way too lazy to change.” Then I went to the library. They were celebrating their valentine/20th anniversary with cake and a message board. I wrote a little message on their commemorative thing-da-bob before realizing I just made a library my valentine. “nuts again.” It has been a great day so far.

Oh and I don’t let me forget:

Happy Valentines Day!

Author: Susanna

I'm Susanna, a 20-year-old Christian girl incorrigibly addicted spontaneous adventures. My first dream was to become a pioneer. Unfortunately, I was born a couple centuries late, so I've decided to read, cook, run, and travel the world until my time machine is finished. You'll mostly likely find me getting into trouble and/or eating licorice. I am currently blogging the misadventures of a middle-school teacher in training. Come join me on my quest to become the next Ms. Frizzle!

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