On Valentines Day.

In my youth, I prided myself on my standing within the ranks of the ill-educated prepubescents who would silently rebel against the institution of Valentines Day. Valentines Day, street name Singles’ Awareness Day. Capitalism’s Hannukah. A day of redemption for the poor blokes who effed up Christmas.

So, thinking I was making a statement and people actually gave a Danish, I’d don some not-so-gay-apparel (all black, to be precise) and display, somewhere on my person, “Get a Room – Boycott Valentines Day!”

And that was that.

If you were to ask me whether or not I still share those sentiments, I’d have to shrug my shoulders and give you an “iuno” face. While I will vehemently argue that Valentines Day is just another day for America to attempt to get their money in the black before tax season (which I might almost call noble, given our current economic status), I will say this. Though people make cliches of phrases such as, “Valentines Day should be everyday,” I will be the first to admit that there are times when I am thankful for the one-time annual occurrence of Valentines Day. Because of the hustle and bustle of the world in which we live, it’s easy to forget the ones who have given to us emotionally, physically, spiritually, etc. I for one make it a point to remind my mother (with whom I occasionally have rocky moments, given the bagajillian similarities we share) how much I love her, appreciate her, look up to her. I am reminded to give her a hug or ask her if her finger is okay because it was “ipit” last night. If there is any good in Valentines Day, and mind you– I say “if,” then it is such that was previously discussed.

I can’t hate Valentines Day, not entirely. I can choose not to participate in the mass media hooplah, the “Got it at Jared!” or the “Every Kiss Begins with Kay.” I think I’ll pass on the chocolate, the roses, the ballads (though I can’t say they wouldn’t be nice, especially on the receiving end). I don’t have to agree with what everyone says Valentines Day is. Instead, I think this year (and in the years to come), I’ll opt to simply go about the day and make it my own.


Momsie and Popsicle