by NebulaJack Thu Feb 11, 2016 10:06 pm
theIllustriousDrGonzo wrote:I don't hate Valentines Day or people who practice it. It's just another corporate Holiday and an excuse for people to buy shit. I don't hate people who get to spend it with someone, but at the same time I feel like you are with someone all the time, why wait till a certain government mandated day to go out and buy a bunch of generic shit to show them you care. You should do that shit on the regular anyway and not just once a year on a certain day. I've always been the make my own Valentines gifts person. This has worked in my favor and backfired in my face as well. There is nothing like putting the thought and effort into creating something for someone only to have them not appreciate it.
The last Valentines day I remember was with my ex when I was 26. Candles, wine, and we listened to the Melancholy and the Infinite Sadness album in the background and just talked for hours. It was fantastic. After her and I broke up I kind of went of the rails for a bit. We were together for almost four years. It was brutal and I did not take it well at the end.
Valentines isn't really a corporate holiday, so much as a corporate hijacked holiday, like Christmas. The thing started out as a feast for some Catholic Martyr, and morphed into a day for romantic love to be celebrated, mostly by the lovers themselves. Guys writing poetry to their gals (or probably to other guys on the extreme down low) goes back to at least the 1700s. Somewhere along the way, much like with Christmas and Independence Day, the merchandizer asshole crowds repurposed it as another money making venue.
I'm with you on the spontaneous romance thing. Back when I was dating an older woman in Stillwater (like, older enough that her son was 3 months older than me), she took an online course to get a CPA degree so she could look for a new job. It was really doing her head in, mostly because of how time consuming it was. The day she finally took the test, which was at a specific site so it could be proctored, I was gonna be at work when she got home, but I wanted to give her a boost of emotion when she got back from doing the test. So I printed out a note that read "Open the door and look to your right" and taped it to the front door with a rose. Inside the apartment was a series of printouts with romantically themed comic covers from DC Vertigo's Lucifer series (which I was a big fan of at the time) where he was embracing his lover, and directions to the next note. The final note was on our bed with a paragraph about how proud I was of her for putting os much time and effort into the endeavor, and that win or lose, she'd tried which was a form of victory in itself.
When I got home that night, she was so radiant and glowing.
That night was far more romantic than any valentines day what not I've ever had.