The Valentine Confusion

The love of my life confused me today and uttered: “Happy Valentine’s Day.” I was taken aback as he knows that is not my holiday. I have no respect for the over commercialized notion of selling love. If prostitutes are being arrested on a daily basis for selling love, why does Hallmark get away with it; and they market it to children?

My love got swept up in the bullshit as the flash frames on the television and ads all over his computer had him spooked into believing he was a horrible person if he didn’t show me “affection via trinkets and rat-dropping induced chocolates.”

Me: “Babes, how long have I loved you?”
Babes: “For too long.”
Me: “Yes. For too long have I loved you for you to turn around and insult me in this manner.”

I am insulted that this financially confused world believes that a person can only show affection through genetically raped flowers, overpriced paper with some stranger’s words in them, and death foods and candies. For 362 days (maybe 361 – if you add birthdays) it’s ok to ignore your neighbor, barely say the name of a loved one, or hold a true conversation with a friend at least once a month as long as you recognize them on Christmas, New Year’s Day, and Valentine’s Day.

antivalentine If I ignored you 361 days out of a year, I’ll continue to ignore you for the other four. It takes too much to remember to pull out a fake smile for only four days. I like things genuine and if I genuinely give a shit, I’d rather smile with you for 361 days a goddamn year. I’ll show you love at unexpected moments, rather than on days where it’s demanded. So as I bid adieu for the remainder of the day, I shoved the trinket towards my love and suggested its return and a cuddle night instead. What happens to the trinket is not my concern, as long as it does not make a return visit. The relationship was good while it lasted.