Valentines day – or as I like to favourably call it: make-those-who-are-forever-single-feel-inadequate day.
“It’s these cards and the movies and the pop songs, they’re to blame for all lies and the heartache, everything.” -500 Days of Summer (My FAVOURITE film!)
You know, I’m not usually one to rant about these things, well… at least not anywhere but my own head. But, I don’t know. Somehow it all seems so manufactured – dare I use the word ‘commercialised.’ Course, it’s Valentines day. St Valentines day. It has traditional, old roots going back hundreds of years, more than what can be said for most of our Holidays. Still, it somehow manages to feel so insincere, as if all the personality has been sucked from it. An unavoidable necessity, rather than an endearing informality.
I know, I know… there are those to who it means a lot. I understand the intent behind it.
You might say I have never felt love, and you would be right. I haven’t. Not even the tiniest bit; my anxiety and mental health situation have always prevented anything developing. And, despite what I wrote at the beginning, this day doesn’t get me down any more than any other day. I still feel lonely, and I still dream of someone being beside me, someone who I could hold hands with all night long without a word, because the holding would be enough, it would be everything. No matter, it’s not my reality. It might come to be. And that’s what I cling onto; Elation in the possibility, rather than sadness in the stark reality.
I feel that there needn’t be a day in which people are pressured into forcibly showing appreciation for their significant others. Where romanticised pop-culture, cards, social stigmas, set an unreachable standard for love. It’s just a day, after all – it doesn’t actually have a deep meaning to most people, I’m sure? Is there any need to celebrate something so intrinsic, something so rooted in our hearts?
Sure, I’m biased. I appreciate that. Maybe I’ve got things the wrong way around…