It’s been a while since I’ve posted something rant-worthy, and today happens to be the perfect occasion! So let’s get started, shall we?
Valentine’s Day, ah Valentine’s Day…
February 14th, let alone the entire February month, is just saturated with the concept of love: roses, the color pink, couples, candle-lit dinners, chocolates, kisses, and…sex. Yup, always comes down to the down-n’-dirty, no matter how you look at it.
The day also marks a hot mess of romantic and romantic-comedy films, and– just my luck!– this year, the holiday auspiciously falls on a Saturday (the perfect date night!). Okay, okay I admit, there are a handful of rom-coms out there that are decent. But then again, there are a shit-ton that are just finger-curling cheesy. Just melting (oozing!) with mozzarella (what is that movie called that’s coming out? Fifty Shades of Grey?). Man, I can’t stand ’em. I don’t understand how people put so much effort into producing these corny-ass films, let alone people paying money to go see ’em.
Commercialism. Ah. That’s the answer. Love has become nothing but an excuse to swindle hapless lovers and aspiring souls of their bank account, for temporary trinkets of chocolate, flowers, and lingerie that in the end will be consumed, decomposed, or left dissatisfied. Again, sex deflowers you, pun intended.
In my opinion, Valentine’s Day is just another money-making “holiday,” just like Easter or Halloween. Definitely not one of my favorite days to celebrate. I’m single, and I’ve been so for my entire life. Am I sad? No, but I do SAD: Single Awareness Day. Every year. But, instead of seeing it as negative, trolling even, I see it positively. I like how I can treat myself, sans burden, sans commitment, to a day of fun: going to the movies alone (not a cheesy rom-com), eating at a high-end, classy restaurant alone, and finishing it off with a solid two hours of porn.
No, but in all seriousness, SAD is happy for me. I don’t mind being alone, although having other single friends is fine as well. I like the feeling of not being attached to someone, or obliged to be attached to someone. I’m free, I thrive, my choices and decisions unrestrained. And occasional crushes here and there are harmless, and also, paradoxically wonderfully gratifying. Trust me: the fantasy is always better than the reality.
-The Finicky Cynic