Valentine's Day (Revisted)

Okay, I promised. Here it is. A V-Day rant.

Although I guess I'm not really promising to anyone but myself. But the whole thing is kind of funny when you think about it - I keep promises to myself better than I do to other people. What that says about me, I have no clue, but I'm assuming being able to lie to myself better than I can lie to others says something quite similar. Whatever it is.

Anyway, that's not important. I mean, psychologically, it probably is, but for all intents and purposes of this blog, it has no significance whatsoever.

Okay, for real this time.

I have major issues with Valentine's Day. It would be a toss up to see whether I hate Valentine's Day or Easter more. But we're talking passionate, vehement hate. Venemous hate. Bitchy hate. Which probably explains why I've been so mood swing-y for the past, um, four-ish days (trust me, I haven't really even liked myself).

V-Day has just never done right by me. I mean, I suppose I liked it back in the day of cute little Valentines that you put in everybody's adorable decorated bags and boxes in preschool/kindergarten/elementary school. But those days are long gone.

Cuteness wandered out, and cynicism wandered right in to take its place.

Pity.

Suddenly, Val-o-Grams weren't cute little friend-to-friend 'hey, thanks for being my friend' messages. No. Suddenly they had a new connotation. It was all about who they were from: A member of the opposite sex (oooOOOoooh...) or a secret admirer (mystery! scandal!) or your mom (lame).

It wasn't that it mattered so much to me. I didn't really care. I don't really care. (Although at this point I feel it necessary to bring your attention to my 17-year long V-Day losing streak - if I'm being perfectly honest. And I am).

All of the sudden, a day designated to showing your love (which - why just one day? I don't love my loved ones just today...I love them EVERY day... I actually think it's kind of cheap) was surrounded by drama and ugliness. And thus began my hate.

(I know, I know, paradoxical AND unoriginal, how much worse can it get)?

In any case, V-Day and I have still not made nice, despite my mother's adorable efforts. Two years ago, she bought me a bunch of adorable stuff in hopes of getting me to like Valentine's Day. Her downfall was buying me the Charlie Brown Valentine's Day DVD, which, if you're unaware, is honestly one of the most depressing things ever. I cried.

My rant is pretty much over and I feel like I haven't cleared anything up at all.

Oh well.

In another 58 minutes, I won't have to deal with Valentine's Day for another year.