I know what you’re thinking: how can you rant about a day filled with love? Simple. I’m lonely and bitter. So there. I’ll rant all I please. Some of this was originally written on February 15, 1999, but it’s more or less still applicable today.
This anger, etc. doesn’t mean that I don’t buy into or dismiss the whole Valentine’s Day thing out of hand. No, I believe, and have always believed, that this is a contrived holiday. Like some sort of X-Files-like conspiracy between the evil forces of the greeeting card industry, the flower industry, the candy industry, and the jewelry industry. When you look at it, ten out of twelve months of the year have at least one holiday where cards are likely to be sent. Don’t be surprised if someone tries to come up with some holiday to be celebrated during July or August. (Didn’t I see that on The Simpsons?)
And guys, you’re toast if you forget to buy her something on Valentine’s Day. But it doesn’t really seem to matter all that much if she forgets to buy us something. Like that’ll ever happen; it’s one of those pre-wired female things.
What am I going to do this Feb. 14? Like most Saturdays, I will join the group for a run. And then basically do whatever I want, like most Saturdays. Sense a theme here?