Valentines Day is an odd holiday for me. For what it has become . . . a day modern commercialism has bastardized in to the exchange of red cellophane-wrapped boxes of crappy chocolate and pre-printed mini-cards with the likes of Tigger and Harry Potter on them with odd sayings . . . I dislike it. That is not so say, however, I dislike the day.
I am aware of its origins as the Feast of Lupercalia, the later transition of this day by the Roman Empire as a celebration of fertility and finally the Christian domination of it with St Valentine. Yes, I skipped a lot of detail . . . but thats not the point.
To me, Valentines Day is one in which we should celebrate the people that are gifts to our lives, for without them it would be a lonely place. Take some time . . . write them a letter, burn them a CD . . . do something that is just for them and mean it.
After all, in the years to come, how much would you like it if you had a keepsake from a day back in February of 2006 when someone took the time to do something special for you?
I am aware of its origins as the Feast of Lupercalia, the later transition of this day by the Roman Empire as a celebration of fertility and finally the Christian domination of it with St Valentine. Yes, I skipped a lot of detail . . . but thats not the point.
To me, Valentines Day is one in which we should celebrate the people that are gifts to our lives, for without them it would be a lonely place. Take some time . . . write them a letter, burn them a CD . . . do something that is just for them and mean it.
After all, in the years to come, how much would you like it if you had a keepsake from a day back in February of 2006 when someone took the time to do something special for you?
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&fuck Valentines.