This is obligotory
Feb. 14th, 2004 06:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
angel_janeFor those of you with a head either up your ass or under rocks, it is valentines. The day every couple shares withthose of us less fortunates and makes us semi sane's sick.
Yes I am a single girl who is bordering on the desperate. If anyone had seen me last night I was looking at the singles pages on yahoo. Why? becuase there is absolutely no hope of me gaining a significant other. Ever!
Yes I have written about a guy in this journal, but I have realistically looked at the chances of wanting him me the way I want him and have come up with...Nope, he doesn't want me that way. Which could lead me to the trough of crying my blessed eyes out but, nope they refuse to do so. So unless I am miraculously told otherwise, we are down to friends or not friends and not friends is really a bad idea.
So here is now my rant on why Valantine's Day ought to be and intimate celebration of people's love and affection.
Okay we all have friends who are there, in love and letting the world know it, for single people it is the instant one of your friend says "I have found a guy who likes me the way I like him" that makes us look for the nearest vomit recepticle, be it a bucket a bathroom or a garbage can. Anything so long as it can contain how sickly sweet the next hour is going to be.
Valentine's Day feeds into the sickliness of this loved up ability of those who are dating or in a serious relationship. There are the ubiquitous cards cute soft toys, flowers and the usual dinner date that starts in the morning and bores most by midnight.
But it isn't the fact that people choose to ceebrate a saints death, but ratherthe fact that companies have become so adept at persuing the most tacky of commercialisms the appalls and brings down the day.
For weeks in advance there are posters and hearts, there are cards and banners and little cute bears with little foil balloons saying I love you on them. And we the consuming public seemingly will pay any price for anything.
But the thing is since when were cute bears with balloons decreeing love a substitue for the real words? Have we suddenly developed an emotional stammer areound this word and need therefore to spend money to say it?
Valentines should be a more intimate celebration of love for the other person. Commercialism feeds into a need to be big and brash about it. There is no need. Flowers from the moment they are bought are dead, they wilt and decay. Is this the message you want to give to your lover or prospective lover about the relationship you want to have?
Inevitably the best gift isn't even the gift of yourself, but something small, something written about the person you have fallen for or are dating something that is meaningful that comes with a stamp of the person, something homemade. It isn't so much the expense of something but a thought that matters. But are we, as a society, so far removed from the traces of our forebearers that we bypass that which they would have done (something crafted from 5-10mins of writing what that person means to our lives) and opted for the relatively painless and ultimately more expensive, because we buy into a social stereotype of "too busy just yank it off the shelf" mentality that we opt for something that has a commercial sense if not a personal and loving one?
Yes I am a single girl who is bordering on the desperate. If anyone had seen me last night I was looking at the singles pages on yahoo. Why? becuase there is absolutely no hope of me gaining a significant other. Ever!
Yes I have written about a guy in this journal, but I have realistically looked at the chances of wanting him me the way I want him and have come up with...Nope, he doesn't want me that way. Which could lead me to the trough of crying my blessed eyes out but, nope they refuse to do so. So unless I am miraculously told otherwise, we are down to friends or not friends and not friends is really a bad idea.
So here is now my rant on why Valantine's Day ought to be and intimate celebration of people's love and affection.
Okay we all have friends who are there, in love and letting the world know it, for single people it is the instant one of your friend says "I have found a guy who likes me the way I like him" that makes us look for the nearest vomit recepticle, be it a bucket a bathroom or a garbage can. Anything so long as it can contain how sickly sweet the next hour is going to be.
Valentine's Day feeds into the sickliness of this loved up ability of those who are dating or in a serious relationship. There are the ubiquitous cards cute soft toys, flowers and the usual dinner date that starts in the morning and bores most by midnight.
But it isn't the fact that people choose to ceebrate a saints death, but ratherthe fact that companies have become so adept at persuing the most tacky of commercialisms the appalls and brings down the day.
For weeks in advance there are posters and hearts, there are cards and banners and little cute bears with little foil balloons saying I love you on them. And we the consuming public seemingly will pay any price for anything.
But the thing is since when were cute bears with balloons decreeing love a substitue for the real words? Have we suddenly developed an emotional stammer areound this word and need therefore to spend money to say it?
Valentines should be a more intimate celebration of love for the other person. Commercialism feeds into a need to be big and brash about it. There is no need. Flowers from the moment they are bought are dead, they wilt and decay. Is this the message you want to give to your lover or prospective lover about the relationship you want to have?
Inevitably the best gift isn't even the gift of yourself, but something small, something written about the person you have fallen for or are dating something that is meaningful that comes with a stamp of the person, something homemade. It isn't so much the expense of something but a thought that matters. But are we, as a society, so far removed from the traces of our forebearers that we bypass that which they would have done (something crafted from 5-10mins of writing what that person means to our lives) and opted for the relatively painless and ultimately more expensive, because we buy into a social stereotype of "too busy just yank it off the shelf" mentality that we opt for something that has a commercial sense if not a personal and loving one?
