Of all the globally recognised days and holidays of the year, this is the one that splits human kind smack down the middle, possibly more so than Christmas and the many religious ways to celebrate it. You either have a valentine or not. As simple as that. By days end those without one would typically be cursing on those that do while those who do are redeeming the benefits of their one day feel special coupon, from the gloatful podium that is 'he loves me'.
'Love'. I prefer it to have the meaning; strong predilection, enthusiasm or liking for anything. A word not to be taking lightly. Universally recognised as the Quintessence of ones affections. The language of love can be understood by all 7 continents and its inhabitants. Many would incoporate the journey of finding love into the meaning of life. Wether it be through doing, people, places, feelings or life objective.
On the scale of feelings from zero to awesome love sits comfortably at the top of the food chain. Eating the hearts of detest, joy and like for breakfast.
Love can be; sold, given, chosen, gifted, objective, taken, stolen, won, free, found, lost, high or low, in or out, up or down, overlooked, mistaken, beautiful, tragic, ignored, unwanted, inconvienient, powerful, controlling, harmful, weak, strong, flat, colourful, black, white, outstanding, painful, genuine, fake, thoughts, emotions, desires. Or to put it simple; everything.
Falling into the category of one of the doves that has not felt such overwhelming, uncontrollable emotion for a single solitary other, I enjoy dwelling on the concept, wether or not such a concept exists. And quite often; where do I sign up?
My current state of mind tells me that Love is a state of mind.
My other voice is telling me that like the flowers that are deligently delived on such a day, if watered correctly; it will grow. By that theory I mean, if you invoke enough water (attention, will, desire, effort) into the flowers roots (the person) eventually attraction will see fit and voila!; Love grows.
Back to my personal objective; scrutinisng valentines day.
The valentines obsession with females begins in the higher school years.
when February 14th falls on a school day, it is but another excuse to show off similar to the school discos, swimming carnivals and charity mufti days held throughout the year. Cupid (who in our case was Dear Damon dressed in nude man tights) delivers roses to the classroom in the middle of class to ensure an individual receives the ultimate in awe and attention when receiving roses from a boy who more than likely is buttering you up for whats to come behind the hall of the next blue light disco. The Valentinee then carries her flowers cough I mean trophy around all day in a similar manner of worship not seen since Jesus himself was born. And here we have tradition.
Now I see how this looks on my part. Im jealous and gutted for my lack of lifetime valentines right? WRONG. During school days i received few sweet, scribbled under the table love notes (and one A4 page one from a hilarious fellow Earth and Environmental science classmate). My slight detest for the day that is Valentines comes from a fear of commercialism taking over.
My general view of New Years Resolutions are why must change be instigated and enforced on but one certain day, when a good 364 other days lay free and careless and awaiting spontaneity to take over. Valentines day should be the same. I cant think of anything sweeter than someone doing something nice for another just because they 'felt like it', as opposed to because ' commercialism held a metaphorical gun to their head by enforcing a day in which everyone must participate or your considered a harsh and inconsiderate lover'. Affection should never be expected, cost money or be able to be consumed so easily (or am I the only one who notes that chocolate and flowers, the traditional gift of valentinees lasts barely days). Oh and my other point, what about us wee single sisters? Young, true and free. Dont we deserve a day to celebrate what we've found; ultimate comfort in self.
Not by Valentines day rules. Valentines days beckons all to abide, those who choose not to, or are not worthy enough to be chosen are outcasts. Our coupled friends probably pray for us. To, you know, have our shit together and find someone.
As for the age old 'love' equation. I see the purpose is to be a question mark. Like the carrot that leads the horse constantly visibly teasing, just slightly out of reach. And thats the fun right? All this aside heres a couple things that I almost certainly do love, and couldnt possibly be without;
- Bloc partys entire collection - Spontaneity - the joy of jumping
- animals - the friends - taste - colour - words
- freedom - possibilty - laughter - energy from life and of course the incredible and random people that often fill it.
Happy monday everyone.
I hope some of you find inspiration to surprise your special ones on a typical, plain old day of the year next time.
Down with commercialism...and syphillis.
And remember peoples, the flowers may wilt and die, but the genital herpes with kick on forever more.
ex oh ex oh
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