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My Annual Pissing and Moaning about Valentine's Day [Feb. 13th, 2008|10:48 am]
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I really HATE this "holiday".

The agony of worrying in elementary school -- were you even going to get nearly as many as the "popular" girls? (No. Never.) While not a huge fan of schools regulating self-esteem, the current thinking that if your kid is going to do them, they need to do them for the whole class...I'm into that. Let your kid find out what a loser she is in middle school; there's plenty of time for that, don't start it any earlier than necessary.

A long blur of getting cards from my Dad, my grandparents...didn't think much about it until I moved in with/married a man who, through no fault of his own, was gift-impaired. For a while it was amusing -- found a fabulous card that said

I just didn't realize that I should have bought a gross of them, because I was going to need to send one every freaking year. Not that I even CARE about chocolate and flowers. (Wait. No, I CARE about them, but I care enough to buy them for myself when I want them.) But since I was married to a man who, the other 364 days of the year also never suprised me with chocolate or flowers or anything -- I had to remind him of my birthday, of Christmas...I thought, okay, here's one day a year where you are SLAMMED with reminders, where your co-workers (all male) are in the same boat...at least once a year, think about me enough to go get me a Whitman's sampler at CVS, for heaven's sake.

(For the record, he would get a fabulous dinner, champagne, steak/lobster, home made dessert, card, chocolates, etc. -- It's not like it was all on him.)

But whatever...then, I just stopped caring. I got my own damn chocolates, my own damn flowers and bemoaned my inability to get a card sent to my Dad on a timely basis. Then I didn't have a reason to celebrate, in theory, but that was totally cool, because I could do the whole fabulous dinner thing for ME and not be resentful that I was sharing it with someone who didn't give a rat's patoot about me.

Sure, now I have someone worth celebrating -- so why am I still bitching? I could say it's for the crass commercialism...okay. You'll never see me out in a restaurant on Valentine's Day -- not only can I sense the "turn the table, get 'em out, turn the table, get 'em out" emanating from the kitchen -- but the last thing I want to do is sit in a restaurant filled with a bunch of reprobates desperately trying to make up for 364 days of neglect by buying a filet and glass of overpriced champagne.

(Those of you who have reservations for tomorrow, don't worry, my misanthropic self will be safely kept at home. And I wasn't talking about YOU anyway. Don't be so paranoid!)

Oh, I'll have a lovely evening -- I'll do the dinner for someone who appreciates it. And celebrate the evening as a pagan would, before some stupid saint got his guts strewn.

But I'm surrounded by people who are...sad...or bumming...or cheerfully putting a good face on it because they don't have a special someone, or they do and that someone is away or that special someone isn't so special anymore...or....

The PRESSURE is killing me for them.

(And no, I wasn't talking about any of you specifically, once again, you paranoid peanut gallery.)

I don't understand how I can go blithely through the rest of the year, with a scarce shred of empathy, but this one, this one I FEEL all the hurt and wistful around me.

AUGH. Two more days of Deanna Troi-ness and then I'll be okay again.
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[User Picture]From: mistressfetch
2008-02-13 07:57 pm (UTC)
Your post just made me realize how Lucky I am that I have someone who cares about such things. It also made me realize that you are LUCKY to finally have someone who cares about such things as well....

and for the record..I really don't like Valentine's Day......
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[User Picture]From: skivee
2008-02-13 08:57 pm (UTC)

This Is From The Heart

Years ago, in my callow youth, I worked at a camera repair shop downtown. They also had one of the only COLOR Xerox machines on the eastern seaboard (yes, it was a ig deal back then).
The best image I ever copied for a Xerox tee-shirt transfer was from a gay guy who photographed a bleeding beef heart with a crossbow bolt through it and made up shirts for about 5 for his close friends.
The image pretty much sums up the holiday for me.
The magpie's icon reminded me of it.
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[User Picture]From: lowlandscot
2008-02-13 09:09 pm (UTC)
I don't really hate Valentine's Day, but I'll be glad when it's over just so I don't have to hear any more Fred Grandy Pajama-Gram radio commericals for awhile. I get these mental images of him swanking around the deck of the Love Boat in a lace babydoll. Not even a good single malt will rinse that out of your brain.
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[User Picture]From: im_geva
2008-02-14 12:40 am (UTC)
And that god damn REO Speedwagon song. Never mind I'm the same age as those doofuses. That ad is just plain stupid, and the song will stick in your head for hours. Ugh. 28 more hours, give or take.
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