When I was but a young boy, I used to think of it as the ultimate romantic day and so did a lot of people my age. Pretty flowers and an excuse to eat excessive amounts of chocolate. Everybody either loves chocolate or flowers, right? Right. I wasn’t in love, but I imagined that it would be an amazing feeling and looked forward to one day spending February 14th telling my future Super Woman how awesome she was, lavishing her with chocolaty gifts, and ravishing her body. I was a sexually precocious child.
But then things changed. We got older. Now, the cool thing to do became lamenting Single Awareness Day/Anna Howard Shaw Day/Love-Is-A-Corporate-Construct Day. Admitting you are actually excited and look forward to Valentine’s Day is now akin to admitting you love to listen to Rebecca Black with your Hannah Montana headphones while lying on your Justin Bieber bedspread as you read the latest Twilight thingy. We became a generation of people who express and define themselves by not liking things. I guess as we got older and realized that the world was filled with considerably fewer peaches than we once thought, we became like the crabby apple adults we had sworn we would never be.
Like all problems, I blame this on other people.
I’m tired (but not yet sick, fortunately) of people who are so incapable and afraid of experiencing genuine emotion that they have to mock any sincere expression of it. They ridicule optimism as being naive while being blind to the naivete of pessimism. Pessimism is not new, refreshing, deep, insightful, or helpful. It’s assholes like you that make it nearly impossible for us to have decent and loving people in a world that is in severe need of them. We’ve reached our quota on cynical pricks. As a wise Calculus teacher once said, “Keep your negativity to yourself.”
So what if people choose an arbitrary day of the year to tell people they care about them? What does it matter if it’s “trite”, “uninspired”, or “[an excuse for being devoid of anything that makes us human]”? I seriously doubt that your sarcastic self is overflowing with romanticism every other day of the year. Some person made the effort to tell someone else that they care about them! Someone actually pulled their head out of their ass long enough to make another human being feel good about themselves! Nothing is more beautiful than that! The only things that truly matter are the people in our lives. You get from other people what you give them without ulterior motive. So if you must be ironic/contrarian/non-conformist/a douche, I hope that you spend the other days of the year putting out something positive into the world.
Give thanks on Thanksgiving. Give me gifts on my birthday. Give love on Valentine’s Day. You don’t need to give our corporate overlords a dime in order to do that. Except for my birthday gift. You should spend dozens of dimes on dat.
We have enough self-absorbed assholes. Be good to someone today. And then every day after that.
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