It’s so easy to hate on Valentine’s Day. Which of course is funny because it’s the day of “love.”
We all know it’s all commercial and been bought out by jewelry companies, florists and chocolatiers. It’s capitalism at its best. I get it.
I can be romantic and sentimental so it’s not like the idea violates any part of my core being. I get it.
It’s none of those things that make me a little prickly about the subject.
It boils down to simply not liking being told what to do. It’s that ingrained anti-authoritarian vein that runs to and through my heart and soul.
I will not be told when to love, care and show affection. I will not be told how to show that affection. I simply will not eat green eggs and ham.
I prickle at it because it’s a no win scenario. If I grouse about it at all, I’m a cynical coot. If I partake, I’ve sold out to artificial consumer sentimentalism.
What’s a person to do?
I suppose I could steal a line form “A Christmas Carol” and vow to keep Valentine’s Day in my heart all year and so not have to make a big deal of the V Day. It becomes just another day of love.
I mean, how sentimental and romantic is that? Pretty sentimental and romantic. You can’t beat that.
But how could you do such a thing? Well, you just need to find love in the little things. To show love in the little ways. To show appreciation, care or support in the little things. Just think of the serotonin overload you will have. You’ll positively glow. Just do it.
Oh my, this blog is becoming a bloody love fest. I’ll never live it down. But no, I won’t back down.
Do good things. Feel the love that is serotonin. Then Valentine’s Day can be every day.
And if you still have the need to give Valentine’s chocolate you can give it to me every day. I won’t complain.