Screw Valentine's Day

Here we go with another "special" day.

That is, in the same manner that you call the kids in special ed "special". It's just another day supposedly dedicated to another dead Christian martyr guy, tragically forgotten amidst the commercialism and consumerism. After all, who says "Happy Saint Valentine's Day" anymore? It's another day devised for greeting card companies, confectioners, plush toy manufacturers, florists, jewellers (especially the notorious DeBeers cartel), and the retailers to make an extra buck by ostentatiously hawking their crap under the guise of love. At the expense of making the single majority of people in the Western world depressed.

And why do we need to dedicate a special day for love anyway? Is it because we, as a society, don't love enough the rest of the year? If love in our lives were to be plotted in a graph against time, would we just see low-level "background noise", and then a spike where the it is February 14th on the horizontal axis? Or worse, is it because there too much hate going on? If either of those is the case, then that makes two ways that this "special" occasion has pointed to something disturbingly wrong with the world that we live in.

And so, that leaves most of us, including me, asking, "Where is the love?" Or the next best thing, "Where the fuck is Cupid, the personification of love?" He's certainly not there for me, which leaves me to conjecture that he's been either killed by bird flu, or "accidentally" shot by Dick Cheney on a hunting trip. And so, here I sit, alone in the house and typing away, watching the sun set in the sky and my life, while the rest of the world start to couple and hug, kiss, spoon, screw, ballroom dance, make crepes, or whatever the hell they do in their mushy, amorous ways.

Although I seriously doubt hunting would be among the activities.