Tuesday, January 29, 2008
I hate Valentine's Day. I always have. It may be because I went a lot of my life without a boyfriend, but then I got one. I still hate it. I think it's quite the racket. It's not that I don't think that love shouldn't be celebrated. It should. There are anniversaries or special days. There are ordinary days. Why should we designate one day where everyone needs to have someone to shower with gifts or, worse, remind those who don't have someone that they are alone? Everything is overpriced and each store tries to outdo each other in terms of providing you with the perfect gift for your significant other.
Now, that said, I don't not celebrate Valentine's Day. Living in a house where sports rule and I never get control of the television, I definitely use Valentine's Day to my advantage. However, I refuse to do anything the weekend of the holiday. We'll go out during the week or the weekend before or after to a movie. Some years, we don't do anything at all. I also don't want a gift. Seriously. I appreciate it if I get one, but I never expect one, and it's not a trick. I think the last Valentine's Day gift was from my college roommate's boyfriend. He bought me chocolates. I'm also a big fan of buying myself a Valentine's Day gift. I may buy myself shoes this year. I'll tell Husband he doesn't have to buy me anything and then buy myself shoes. I mean, really, the holiday is to celebrate love. Who loves me more than me?