i fucking hate valentine's day
i hate it. a lot. oh boy a lot. i never really liked it when i had someone to share it with. i just think its silly and overrated. which leads into a bit of a rant....
i HATE happy couples. (please note: this is not directed at any of my happy couple friends...you guys don't bother me. mostly i'm just happy that you're happy. and it doesn't hurt that i don't have to see and put up with your happiness on a daily basis.) i hate the couples who come into the restaurant alllllll over each other. the couples walking past me on campus holding hands, or the ones kissing nicely (or not nicely, kissing in general). the ones who leave gacky facebook messages saying "i love you. these past three weeks have been the best of my life, blah blah blah" gag me with a spoon. it makes me want to yell "IT WON'T LAST!! YOUR LOVE ISN'T REAL!! YOU'LL BE ALONE AND UNHAPPY BEFORE YOU KNOW IT!"
the way i tend to see it, if i'm not getting any, nobody should be getting any (unless officially sanctioned by me to be getting some).
the problem with all this is that i know that were i in their position with a happy partner next to me, i'd probably be doing the same gacky happy couple things. and then i get depressed. again. more.
AND THEN! i'm doing okay and next thing i know...its time. that one holiday engineered specifically to make single people feel bad about themselves. valentine's day. what a horrible concept for a holiday. and we don't even get school off for it. so i have to suffer through an entire day of classes knowing that at the end of the day, there's not going to be anyone around to hug me and kiss my belly and give me flowers and chocolates (that one i'm okay with...i don't need chocolate) and just generally be nice to me. there's the tequila roses, but they are just not the same as a boy of your very own on valentine's day. and normally, i could look at it as any other day, except undoubtedly there will be all these reminders of what day it is and what i don't have.
and i know i'm blessed. i have a lot to be thankful for. but on this one day...its hard to remember all that. when the world around me is saying that i'm basically useless if i don't have a boy.
which is funny since i just finished tuesdays with morrie and one of his points is to not give into the beliefs of your culture...create your own culture, your own beliefs. saying that is the easy part. being able to actually put that into practice, to actually live your life saying "okay, i'm ignoring all the propaganda and advertising all around me...there is nothing wrong with being single on this day, there is nothing wrong with being female and fat...i don't have to have the "ideal body" for a woman because some advertising exec isn't going to tell me how to live my life and feel about myself." that's easy to say. much harder it is to practice what you preach.
In Conclusion: boycott both happy couples and valentine's day
(unless you are one of the lucky few who is actually a part of a happy couple and thereby entitled to enjoy valentine's day)(too bad we can't go back to 5th grade where EVERYONE got a valentine from everyone else and it was a day for parties and too much candy)
i HATE happy couples. (please note: this is not directed at any of my happy couple friends...you guys don't bother me. mostly i'm just happy that you're happy. and it doesn't hurt that i don't have to see and put up with your happiness on a daily basis.) i hate the couples who come into the restaurant alllllll over each other. the couples walking past me on campus holding hands, or the ones kissing nicely (or not nicely, kissing in general). the ones who leave gacky facebook messages saying "i love you. these past three weeks have been the best of my life, blah blah blah" gag me with a spoon. it makes me want to yell "IT WON'T LAST!! YOUR LOVE ISN'T REAL!! YOU'LL BE ALONE AND UNHAPPY BEFORE YOU KNOW IT!"
the way i tend to see it, if i'm not getting any, nobody should be getting any (unless officially sanctioned by me to be getting some).
the problem with all this is that i know that were i in their position with a happy partner next to me, i'd probably be doing the same gacky happy couple things. and then i get depressed. again. more.
AND THEN! i'm doing okay and next thing i know...its time. that one holiday engineered specifically to make single people feel bad about themselves. valentine's day. what a horrible concept for a holiday. and we don't even get school off for it. so i have to suffer through an entire day of classes knowing that at the end of the day, there's not going to be anyone around to hug me and kiss my belly and give me flowers and chocolates (that one i'm okay with...i don't need chocolate) and just generally be nice to me. there's the tequila roses, but they are just not the same as a boy of your very own on valentine's day. and normally, i could look at it as any other day, except undoubtedly there will be all these reminders of what day it is and what i don't have.
and i know i'm blessed. i have a lot to be thankful for. but on this one day...its hard to remember all that. when the world around me is saying that i'm basically useless if i don't have a boy.
which is funny since i just finished tuesdays with morrie and one of his points is to not give into the beliefs of your culture...create your own culture, your own beliefs. saying that is the easy part. being able to actually put that into practice, to actually live your life saying "okay, i'm ignoring all the propaganda and advertising all around me...there is nothing wrong with being single on this day, there is nothing wrong with being female and fat...i don't have to have the "ideal body" for a woman because some advertising exec isn't going to tell me how to live my life and feel about myself." that's easy to say. much harder it is to practice what you preach.
In Conclusion: boycott both happy couples and valentine's day
(unless you are one of the lucky few who is actually a part of a happy couple and thereby entitled to enjoy valentine's day)(too bad we can't go back to 5th grade where EVERYONE got a valentine from everyone else and it was a day for parties and too much candy)