(I wrote this piece right after last year's Valentine's day. I'm pasting it here, with all its grammatical incorrectness intact, to reflect upon how fast time has passed and how much/little I have changed. )
Thoughts after the V day
I never took the V day as a big deal. Let’s face it, it’s all about the card/chocolate people charging the beejesus out of the intelligence-challenged lovers in this make-believe "romantic" day. As a confident slash independent and might I add unorthodox professional, I believe what matters most is the collective wisdom between me and my beloved of refusing to get carried away by the commercial conspiracies.
So I should feel righteous and justified of living the Feb.14 the same way I do the rest 364 days.
Yes of course!
Theoretically anyway.
At least until today. ; )
Okay. So a friend of mine got bunches and bunches of roses from her public and secret admirers. (Roses won’t feed anyone, let’s get real people!) So another friend got taken to an impromptu trip, destination undeclared but passport required. (But she still has to come back to work, hasn’t she?)
And let’s don’t forget that the true winners of my friends’ romantic "treatments" are the flower sellers, the airline, and the hotel. What "rocked" is the consumerism not love. (And did I mention these are just so very cliché?)
But then why oh why I feel kind of blue?
Have I, against my better judgment, already succumbed to the "peer" pressure brought about by all this materialism? Could it be what I really crave is not love itself, but the appearance of love? Do the roses, chocolate and exotic trips signal love to me better than a caring heart? Have I subconsciously converted to the idea that love is so elusive, we need to get hold of it through tangibles (aka something money can buy)?
I seem to have lost my conviction of how to live thru the V day sensibly. What should I on next year’s V day?
