Eh, so it’s Valentine’s Day. Yes I’m one of those eternally single people who spend this day alone as always, but really I don’t want to carp too much about it. After all, this is supposed to be a day for love in all forms, not just pairs in the throes of passion (or just “in like” with one another).
However, I look at all these high profile consumeristic holidays and wonder why we do this to ourselves: hanker for things we don’t need and spend too much money on (the flowers and candy and private hotel rooms with champagne glass shaped bathtubs), yearn for it when we can’t get it (out of candy and the rooms are all booked, and boy will my honey be teed off about it) and get depressed when it doesn’t seem to extend to us (all the Charlie Browns out there are sighing right now). When majority rules, the minority can’t just leave the planet while they all celebrate, so where do we all go while the others are cavorting around? In my household it’s called Homeside Park, where the food is reasonably priced and guaranteed to please and the bed is comfortable and hasn’t been slept in by 50 million strangers before. So the tub is round: I’ve got bubble bath.
I have some wonderful people in my life, including a circle of friends, my family and God. Nothing would be nicer, though, than to have a nice warm hug or some pleasant words from a stranger, if only to acknowledge that I was seen as an existing member of this planet, and nobody passed out as a result of viewing my visage. I guess I’m feeling a bit dejected because yesterday a baby turned away from me in disgust but giggled gleefully at the office manager who warned the tike’s mom “I tend to make babies cry.” Go figure babies these days. Unpredictable.
Let’s face it: some things are just because they are, and there is not much that can be done about it. So I’ll spend another Valentine’s Day alone, but not exactly lonely. I mentioned in an earlier post that my avatar in Second Life gets hit on while its owner doesn’t, so I’ll just log in there and have some fun by proxy. By tomorrow this holiday too will all be over and I can look forward to Easter, which has the same overpriced candy but less of the emotional baggage.
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