Just go ahead and call me the Grinch. That’s the way I feel when it comes to Valentine’s Day.
This isn’t about being single or not having a Valentine. For all I know things are going to go amazingly well with The Musician this weekend and then we’ll see each other several times over next week and we’ll be in the early stages of a bona fide relationship by then (it could happen). And I’ve had a boyfriend on other V Days (I prefer V day, btw, as V on it’s own usually stands for something naughty or shameful).
No, I just think it’s a horrible holiday. I remember being in elementary school and the way the teacher would set aside time for all of the kids to hand out their cards to one another. Then everyone would sit and count their cards. And the one with the most cards won. It had nothing to do with love or friendship. It was just another way to reinforce the pecking order.
And then as we get older, people are told that the way you are treated on this one day a year is symbolic of how your partner feels about you. Roses/chocolate/jewelry means you are cared for. Nothing means you’re not. Well, I think that’s a load of crap. I’d rather have a guy who treats me well (with kindness and respect) year round but blows off V day than someone who treats me poorly and then tries to make up for it with fancy gifts.
I probably won’t have a date that night, regardless of my relationship status. Too much damn pressure. And, I don’t need a guide to help me survive the day. I’d just like to get on with the rest of the month, thank you very much.
Tags: dating, Relationships