I can't help but write about Valentine's Day today. I thought about pretending it didn't exist and writing about many other important matters like why anyone would drink DayQuil instead of taking the pills or how I could justify buying a $400 dollar pair of shoes. But the big, red chocolate heart looms over me, forcing me to write about this day o' love.
Everyone gets so worked up about Valentine's Day. Why? In elementary school we had to make valentines for each member of the class; you couldn't leave anyone out. That was a good thing because I have a feeling the number of valentines I received would have dropped drastically otherwise. But enough about me being an awkward child.
Granted, the commercialism of Valentine's Day has come under fire, but we all still regard this day with an awe and fear equivalent to the reverence for many ancient gods. Is the hope of a candlelight dinner really something to get that worked up about?
Cards, flowers, Vermont Teddy Bears -- they all try to say what we should already know the loves of our lives -- or our loves of the week -- are saying. Actions sometimes speak louder than words, but being of the writing nature, I believe words sometimes have a pretty powerful impact as well. You love me? I like to hear it.
This is not a significant-other-limited deal. Best friends, parents, small dogs -