It's Valentine's Day. Happy Valentine's Day everyone!
I'm embarassed I'm celebrating it. Surprised I even knew today has a significance of some kind, that February 14 stands for something. I'm the greatest anti-Valentine's day fan that I know. For several years, I made it a point to wear black as a protest. Then black for Valentine's day became chic, and so I stopped caring. I thought (and still think) that Valentine's Day is an overrated, commercialized nonsense; a ploy by media and other industries to get people to shell out their hard-earned bucks, as if love can be bought. If anything, it's a large-scale attempt to brainwash people to give in to their carnal instincts believing love is equal to sex and the other way around. It seems successful. Malls and restaurants get crowded, traffic sucks on Valentine's week and more babies are born on Novembers of any year.
But this year, despite my disgust for this hype, I'm celebrating it. Of course I'm not wearing red, or going out for a solo dinner in a fancy restaurant, or asking any male friend out just so I could pretend I have a date. Those would be hideously unforgiveable. In my quiet way, I will celebrate it.
Perhaps I shocked several of my friends when they received "Happy Valentine's Day" text messages from me. I really meant it.
Love, requited or otherwise, no matter how painful or sweet, was, is, and will always be worth it.
That deserves a celebration, doesn't it?
For starters, I'm opening a bottle of red wine. Cheers!