Valentines Day 2012 -_-

Right. I wouldn’t normally do this, but today I just… I can’t help myself….

I need a rant – just a quick one! – and since its about THIS day, it seems that I have to do it on the right day.

Valentine’s Day. The day of Saint Valentine… the day when people go skippy-crazy over romance and love and chocolate and other gushy, gooey crap that makes me want to hurl.

First, I feel its important to say that I’m not single; I’m in a relationship and have been for nudging on three years. I’m so blissfully happy in this relationship that it almost makes me sick and there are children on the way that are going to grow up knowing that both their parents love each other deeply. The current sentiment is left over from when I was single. But… saying it that way is kinda wrong. Because its not to say that I was green-eyed and bitter about Valentine’s Day when I was single, because I wasn’t. I was just sick to death of the hype, and the hike in chocolate prices and the lashings of red everywhere along with flowers and hearts and sappy little rhymes that, on any other day, you would just say were shit. So… single or not… I feel the same way about Valentine’s Day.

For those of you who don’t know this… Saint Valentine (Christian saint(s) by the way) are a bunch of folk who were brutally murdered in one form or another during various persecutions. Lord knows where the romance element from, but its pretty damn depressing if you ask me. I think Chaucer has something to do with making this particular saint (or set of saints) as famous as they are now – or at least starting it off – but I really can’t be arsed to read the wiki. You can if you like, its here.

I just… GAH! I get so sick of it; every year, the red pops up just before the Easter-Craze (as I like to call it) really kicks off (though you can by mini eggs in shops now -_-) and then its impossible to find a birthday card because every shelf is rammed with heart-encrusted, frilly crap. Even at work, there are heart mobiles dangling from the ceiling… very pretty I’m sure, but a shit load of effort for one day, when people will barely notice them because they’re too busy working!.

Dave and I aren’t doing anything today. In fact, I’m doing my hair *snerk* It needs the attention and since today is the only free day that’s when its going to be done.

The point, really, that I probably should have started with (before skipping off into a frothing rage) is simply this:

Why oh why do you have to wait for a specific day to declare your love?

Why not just when you look into each other’s eyes one night?

Or after you’ve had a tremendous fight?

Or when you’re looking down at the scans of your babies currently growing bigger and bigger day by day?

Or in the middle of the night when you’ve just elbowed him in the face because you’re wriggling about trying to get comfortable?

Hell, why not every damn day…?! Do something to show it, express it, even if you don’t expressly say it?

Love isn’t about one day, its forever, and if you really feel the need to express it to massive, excessive and often ridiculous proportions on one day of the year… one one day out of 365… then are you expressing it enough?

I don’t bloody think so.



About Ileandra Young

I'm a thirty-*mumbles* year old (purple loving, cheese worshipping) author of fantasy, juggling a pair of beautiful twin boys with my burning desire to make up stories and write them all down. When I get the chance, I play games, listen to music, and in days long past I even ran a radio show. Though I occasionally write non-fiction, my heart lives in fantasy and my debut novel, Silk Over Razor Blades is now available through Amazon along with part two of the trilogy, Walking The Razor's Edge.
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6 Responses to Valentines Day 2012 -_-

  1. maybonics says:

    I don’t mind Valentine’s Day. It’s the other 364 days that I’m unloved that gets to me.


  2. Sally Edmans says:

    You say you can buy Mini Eggs now like it’s a bad thing. Nom.


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