I just got back from a fun night with my boyfriend. For Valentine's Day, I made him awesome food since I can't afford more than that, currently. He gave me a book on Old English culture and literature. Obviously he knows me too well, he must die...no. He gives great massages and is one of the silliest people I've ever met. He lives. Forever, forever with me. Yes, that sounds good.
It's coincidence that V-day would fall on my shoulders because I've never been that big a fan of it. I always feel like there's some huge expectations made by the other party (if you're in a relationship) and if you're not in one, you feel like the entire world is shouting into your ear as you were sleeping that morning, "HEY HEY HEY LONELY GUY, LIKE BEING LONELY? YEAH I LOVE DOING EVERYTHING I WANT WITH MY TRIBE OF SWINGERS AND THEN I CAN GO HOME TO MY HUSBAND AND MY WIFE WHO WILL GIVE ME ALL OF THE INTIMACY I WANT. HOPE THAT LONELINESS GOES WELL FOR YOU!"
The entire world reminds you that it's having an orgy of hand-holding, cuddling, hugging, sweet nothings and (potentially including but not limited to) orgies. Even the water you drink as you crawl out of bed has been through fish sex at some point, you hatefully mutter. School, work, church, you're blasted with tales of love and greetings of "Happy Valentine's Day!" By the time it's all over, you've cried at least once and all of those chocolates have entered the vast wormhole that is your mouth and stomach. (True story.)
I'm going to sum up all of my thoughts of this holiday in this picture.
And if you feel lonely, don't be afraid to talk--just to reach out for an ear. I'm pretty sure that this holiday is not to celebrate the relationships that are, but also the ones to come.
I'll listen to the sound of your loneliness even if it feels like no one else will (not to say the other bloggers won't. I've been through a lot of V-days (vagina days?) and mundane days where getting someone to listen to me was like screaming at a stone wall and expecting an answer.)
Happy day of past, present, and future love,