I love Valentine’s Day.
Let me rephrase that: I find the havoc it causes rather entertaining. If you happen to be looking for definitive proof of the existence of the Devil+, this ‘holiday’ provides strong circumstantial evidence to support the case.
It really doesn’t matter where you are on the relationship spectrum, Valentine’s Day is an equal-opportunity dispenser of misery. They may not realise it, but single people actually get off quite lightly. Although that “nobody loves me” feeling is far from pleasant, it has an uncomplicated purity to it. By contrast, people in relationships often have to try and unravel tangled threads of expectation that are both insidious and subtle. For them, it’s a bit like trying to find an unmarked tin of spaghetti in a worm-canning factory: so many choices, so many opportunities to enjoy a paddle-free brown water rafting experience on Rio Kaka.
Christmas always drives a fair number of Bah!Humbuggers out of the blogging woodwork, but Valentine’s Day has no peer when it comes to inspiring truly poetic bitterness. Epic stuff.
+ a popular pastime in Port Elizabeth, I understand