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:: Tuesday, February 14, 2012 ::
Annual Valentine Post
There are very few things that would be better written in the middle of the night freshly proceeding into the new morning of the next day. But as things stand, I'm having a cough and I can't sleep without the words marching about in my head and burying themselves in the soft tissue of my brain like so many misplaced parasites.
(That metaphor/analogy could've been better phrased. Oh well.)
I don't really have much to say this Valentine's day, but I've noticed that I've made it somewhat of a tradition to rant (if not on a blog, then certainly in my head) about this event each year, and without our ill-advised and meaningless customs, what are we?
I'm feeling quite nonchalant about it at this very moment, though earlier I had a few choice words for people who were already talking about Valentine's day on the various social media websites I frequent. I know it's merely the effervescence of their impending joy that's displaying itself unnecessarily wantonly, but it is really hard for me not to want to punch them in the face because I don't share the sentiment. This is possibly not very fair to them, truthfully, since espousing the spirit of Valentine's day isn't an offense punishable by fisticular facial impact.
(Yes, I make up words all the time. Is there a problem?)
On the whole, I would prefer if the day passed without affair and without my having to endure reports of how spectacular a show was put on for the benefit of loved one.
Am I bitter? Perhaps, but I think I have the right to not want to have someone else's happiness shoved down my throat so I can choke up for them some trite homily about love and sweetness and sunlight and butterflies and rainbows and magic and pon...
Sorry, got carried away there.
Nor do I want to be looked at sympathetically and have some supposedly reassuring wisdom (so assumed because of one's elevated status as a non-single) forced on me about how it'll happen for me some day I've heard it before and the marginal returns are definitely diminishing. In fact, I might have a graph for that tomorrow to show how far stocks for that particular commodity have fallen.
I want to get to Heaven when I have the fortune of passing on from this world, so, for the love of Jesus, do not provoke me into plotting murder on this day. Just smile, nod and if you must, say "Happy Valentine's Day". Any more than that and my eternal torment will be on your soul.Labels: Rant
:: And that's all she wrote 12:37 AM [+] ::
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2 Comments:
you need more sexy rumpus.
http://theoatmeal.com/blog/valentines_day
The entire strip denounces the message it's trying to send by the very fact it was produced...
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