Journal #4: Free Write ("Valentine's Day")

Each year, on the 14th of February, a "special holiday" occurs. I don't think it's so special, actually, maybe only for the chocolate salesmen of the world. Oh, Valentine's Day. How much money would we save without you? Hollywood makes tons of bucks by releasing romantic comedies and love stories in the theatre around Valentine's Day. I can't drag my mom to a movie with me, without getting stared at by couples, with that "Where's your boyfriend?" look plastered on their faces. Well, honey, I suppose I prefer self-love.

I mean, I like to analyze things right down to the core. So, really, what's the big deal about Valentine's Day? It's the same as every other 364 days out of the year. If you truly love someone, you can show them affection anywhere, anytime, any day. Of course, some people only think of it as having fun; a why not? kind of thing. Perhaps if I were in a relationship I would be the same. I hope I'm not coming off as bitter; I'm not bitter or angry to be single on Valentine's Day. I mean, if I haven't already stated where I stand, it's just like any other day. Another day with a title that is utterly pointless. The only good thing about Valentine's Day is the Ross and Rachel marathon on TVTropolis.

Valentine's use to be so fun as an elementary school kid. Going out to buy cute little cards with cute little sayings, hoping that all your classmates would be impressed with your selection. And then when the big day finally arrived, you'd be anticipating the moment where you and your friends circulated the isles of desks in your classroom, dropping in everybody's promised card one by one, and then returning to your own desk to count how many cards you got, and all the different Valentine's bought by others. That's what I remember most fondly about Valentine's Day. Nowadays, all I really anticipate is the chocolate (like I need any more calories). Stamford Collegiate created Matchmakers and Candy Grams in light of the occasion. I suppose it's funny to look at all the different names of the people you've been "matched up" with, or how awesome you look at the front of the class receiving your bright red sucker. However, these are things that don't interest me very much. After all, I should be getting chocolate and gifts every day.