You've spent all year engrossing yourself in your labors, catching up on reading, watching every possible sitcom ever made. All to escape the indomitable truth: you are a lonely woman- (or man-) less herb who cannot find a mate to save your life. Then along comes that most treasured of days (to those Eskimo-kissing, baby-talking couples who drive you nuts!).
Yes, I am speaking of Valentines Day. The day when couples all over the world desire nothing more than to try to hold their attached statuses over our hermit heads. So far today I was given a foam heart with something about love written on it in Russian as I exited a corporate office (the lady who handed me this little tidbit looked like a cross between a young Zsa Zsa Gabor and a farm maiden). Later while shopping, I noticed two people trading saliva in the corner of the electronics store. As I walked on I realized that I had inadvertently crossed a camera recording them playing tongue-hockey (apparently the store was encouraging couples to tongue-wrestle on camera).
(Taking a deep breath prior to preachy rant to follow): To you petsy-wetsy couples who seem to save up all your amorousness so you can exude that monogamous perfection on that one day: you're not fooling anyone. Tomorrow, you'll be back in the throes of fading love and barely disguised disgust. So smile and console your poor little single friends who obviously can't feel that sense of completion and joy that you (pretend to) feel.
While I believe that there can be lasting love, I do believe it is extremely rare. So to me, these Valentine's Day couples professing undying love to each other will change partners through the years faster than a speed-dating swinger. The pity, though, belongs to those folks who think that forcing a dying relationship to live on is somehow noble. It's these folks who hate each other most of the year and put on their couple-face just for today.
I suppose I can't be too rough on the couples out there though. While I feel fairly great 364 days a year and only have to endure one day of exquisite hell, they have to contend with a much more perverse situation.
Just my 2 cents.
Yes, I am speaking of Valentines Day. The day when couples all over the world desire nothing more than to try to hold their attached statuses over our hermit heads. So far today I was given a foam heart with something about love written on it in Russian as I exited a corporate office (the lady who handed me this little tidbit looked like a cross between a young Zsa Zsa Gabor and a farm maiden). Later while shopping, I noticed two people trading saliva in the corner of the electronics store. As I walked on I realized that I had inadvertently crossed a camera recording them playing tongue-hockey (apparently the store was encouraging couples to tongue-wrestle on camera).
(Taking a deep breath prior to preachy rant to follow): To you petsy-wetsy couples who seem to save up all your amorousness so you can exude that monogamous perfection on that one day: you're not fooling anyone. Tomorrow, you'll be back in the throes of fading love and barely disguised disgust. So smile and console your poor little single friends who obviously can't feel that sense of completion and joy that you (pretend to) feel.
While I believe that there can be lasting love, I do believe it is extremely rare. So to me, these Valentine's Day couples professing undying love to each other will change partners through the years faster than a speed-dating swinger. The pity, though, belongs to those folks who think that forcing a dying relationship to live on is somehow noble. It's these folks who hate each other most of the year and put on their couple-face just for today.
I suppose I can't be too rough on the couples out there though. While I feel fairly great 364 days a year and only have to endure one day of exquisite hell, they have to contend with a much more perverse situation.
Just my 2 cents.
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