Valentine’s Day…

…is still TWO WEEKS AWAY. And I’m already seeing all these anti-Valentine’s Day posts and graphs and links. And, I’m sorry, but I really think it’s obnoxious.

Now, because I do happen to be in a relationship, I know a lot of readers will not consider my opinion valid on this topic. But I have been through Valentine’s Days single before, too.

It annoys me when people freak out about anti-Valentine’s things. No amount of “boycotting” is going to make the holiday go away. Sure, it’s Hallmark’s favorite money-making holiday, but that doesn’t make it evil. Don’t get anything from Hallmark, then.

I guess my point is that, if you don’t plan on celebrating V-Day this year, why ruin it for everyone else? Why give a normal day with a label for the sake of tradition have the power over you to ruin your day? Or even week? (Or, in the case of the links and blog posts I’ve been seeing, every day of February until Valentine’s.)  There’s no real harm in Valentine’s Day.  Why act like it’s the worst thing to happen to you?

You know that quote, “No one can make you feel inferior without your consent?” This holiday is the exact same way. This day is not “ruining your life.”  You are the one making yourself feel depressed or angry.

And, in my opinion, the worst part is that most of these very protesters of Valentine’s will abandon their claimed stance on the topic one they are in relationships. It’d at least be much better to hold your opinions of V-Day regardless of your romantic status.

The Best Conversation I’ve Had With A Public Schooler.

Ben: “That is the best thing about life: One day ends, another begins.”

Me: “And, perhaps, that is also the worst.”

“How do you see that?”

“That a good or great day has to end at all. If you’re a pessimist, then you know that, eventually, any good day leads to an awful one.”

“Any good day leads to a bad one because you see it as worse than the day before. But in the view of your life, it is nothing but a short time.”

“Then, maybe, we should realize hat each day is a completely other thing from another and, therefore, shouldn’t be compared.”

“Then in that respect, there is no such thing as a good or bad day because there is nothing to compare to.”

“Except that you derive more pleasure or happiness from the experience that one day brings than from that of another.”

“But does that make it bad? Does it mean it’s bad when you feel unhappy? Because you might regret a choice you made, making it ‘bad,’ when in reality, it was the best choice for you.”

“Ah. In the present, you may only know for sure that you are unhappy with a day until you get a chance to review it in hindsight, however far in the future that may be. You may realize that you really grew from an experience or choice, or learn to recognize similar situations. But that is no guarantee that you will ever be happy with any day.”

“Which only furthers my point.”

“Of course it does. We were both moving to towards the same point, we only presented different questions on the way there.”

The best days I’ve had in a long while.

I have had the best last few days.

Thursday night was my choir concert. We were called to show up way earlier than we needed to be there (four-o-clock call and the concert was at seven-thirty), but I was able to get to know the people in my show choir a lot better. Justin said I look like Doris Day, so that’s what he calls me now. =]

The all-girl show choir went before the senior show choir, the one that I’m in.   My group was hanging backstage manically dancing to the other group’s music.  Oh, it was so much fun! Even though I’m in show choir, I’m not one to just… dance.  But back stage, everyone just let loose and I think I might have actually been doing it right.

I will admit, I made more mistakes this concert than usual, but it was still fun.

I had some great people come see me, so that was pretty much amazing. A lot of alumni choir friends came to the concert, too, and that was really great to see them.

Friday night, I had dinner with my family and my sister’s boyfriend. That was pretty cool because I was able to geektalk with my nerdy dad and sister. 

After that was my show choir’s Christmas party.  My hair was great and I had a great outfit.   ;]  Near the end of things, we went caroling.   When we approached a house and rang the doorbell, everyone had a great idea to

E.E. Cummings

skies may be blue;yes
(when gone are hail and sleet and snow)
but bluer than my darling’s eyes,
spring skies are no

hearts may be true;yes
(by night or day in joy or woe)
but truer than your lover’s is,
hearts do not grow

nows may be new;yes
(as new as april’s first hello)
but new as this our thousandth kiss,
no now is so

 

 

 

(for those of you new to Cumming’s writing, there are no typos. only the way he intended it to look and flow.)