First, as seen today, summing up all civilized people’s thoughts:
Roses are red, no lives are blue.
Defund the police, abolish ICE too.
Second, VD is as unwanted as a VD. Never mind the commercial products being sold, I hate the implication that you’re a “failure” if you don’t have a relationship on February 14th. Socially pressures and demanded participation in certain “holidays” are mentally damaging, regardless of whether it’s December, February, May or June. (Hallowe’en fans don’t go around demanding others’ participation, and besides it’s fun.)
Singer, songwriter and guitarist Joan Armatrading turned 70 recently, born December 9, 1950. (Dang! Another birthday I missed!) One of her best known songs is “Me, Myself, I”, about the joys of being single. May this be your anthem for Sunday.
“Me, Myself, I”, written and performed by Joan Armatrading:
I sit here by myself And you know I love it You know I don't want someone To come pay a visit I wanna be by myself I came in this world alone Me myself I I wanna go to China And to see Japan I'd like to sail the oceans Before the seas run dry I wanna go by myself I've just room enough for one Me myself I I wanna be a big shot And have ninety cars I wanna have a boyfriend And a girl for laughs But only on Saturdays Six days to be alone With just me myself I Me myself and I Just me myself I Don't wanna be the bad guy Don't wanna make a soul cry It's not that I love myself I just don't want company Except me myself I Me myself and I Just me myself I I sit here by myself And you know I love it You know I don't want someone To come pay a visit I wanna be by myself I came in this world alone Me myself I Me myself I Me myself and I Just me myself I
40 years together this year and I have never gotten valentines anything for her. There are 365 days that I can show and tell my wife how much I love her. I dont need corporate america to try and tell me when its appropriate to do so.
I remember being mortified as an English eight year old in an American school for a couple of terms to recieve Valentines cards from every other girl in my class – I’d had no idea this was a thing and hadn’t got any for them. It put me right off VD before I was old enough to develop a more rational dislke.
I prefer February 15th — leftover V-Day candy goes on sale.
33 years of daily passionate embraces makes V.D. a bit superfluous for us.
I am quite fond of the conceit myself. It’s the one day of the year I have a socially approved rubric under which I can express out loud how much I love my beloved, and send him gifts and flowers. Sending him gifts and letting him know how much I love him makes me feel very good about myself, in a way I pretty much never do otherwise.
Since he doesn’t feel the same way about me, sadly, it’s the only opportunity I get that isn’t interpreted as pestering or stalking or some other such nonsense.
Well, I do hate VD with a passion. It is a yearly unsolicited and ostentatious reminder of my involuntary solitude. I hate it just as much like Christmas, if not more.