14 Feb

It’s all about love this week, seeing as today is the big day for romance. I’m starting off my week with a Plinky prompt: How do you feel about Valentine’s Day?

My feelings on Valentine’s Day are a mixture of your typical cynical, perpetually lonely girl and the hopeless romantic inside. I’m not sure if it was really a holiday created by greeting card companies and florists, but it sure seems that way. It can be romantic, when you have the right person to spend it with. Sometimes it can be over-the-tpo cheesy, which is nice in its own way, I guess.

Sometimes I think the people who enjoy it the most are the ones who actually have a valentine to share it with. There are plenty of people who tell you it’s about celebrating love in all its forms – parents, siblings, friends, lovers – but those people are probably the ones who are all happily in love anyway. I usually get a valentine from my grandmother, at least, sometimes my parents. But I don’t think of Valentine’s Day as celebrating that kind of love. In my mind, it’s strictly about romance. I guess you could say I think of myself as exempt from Valentine’s Day. I don’t have a valentine, so it’s not for me. I’m just existing on the fringes of all this love hubbub.

I don’t go so far as to wear all black on Valentine’s Day, although I’m sometimes tempted. I typically try to avoid dressing for the holiday – no reds or pinks anywhere – just so I don’t look like a walking love letter. Kind of in the same way I refuse to wear red, white and blue for the 4th of July. It’s just a little bit much.

Right now, I’m not sure how I’ll be celebrating Valentine’s Day. It sure won’t be with the one I love, I can tell you that. He’s still out there somewhere, lost in the woods on his big white horse, probably polishing his armor in vain. I’ll likely spend a very quiet evening at home with my grandmother, my dad, and my mom, who has the flu. We’ll have a simple dinner and talk about random, mundane things. This year will be just like any year – heck, just like any other day.

Maybe I’ll bring everyone milkshakes home after work. Surely that counts as a great valentine?


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