It’s that time of year again – the Holiday is upon us. The one with sentiment and disgusting feelings. You know what I’m talking about.
Wait, no; not that one. Have you been living under a rock since New Years? It’s the horrifying one. It’s the one rampant with commercialism, and attempts to purchase affection. The one with desperation lurking on the edges of every smile while fisticuffs take place in the local Aldi’s over the last remaining overpriced and sweetened box of chocolates.
I’ll be the first to admit that this description still doesn’t narrow down the list of nauseating holidays all that much, but the box of chocolates ought to have given it away to even the most determinedly in denial.
Aha! I see awareness flooding over your faces. It’s all right; I’ve been living in denial, too. Unlike the masses of lovelorn romanticists who delight in extravagant displays of affection, there has always been a fringe group who rejects the trappings of pink and red heart-patterned everything. Rather, we favor hiding under the covers with bean dip and cheez-its (don’t judge – it’s tasty!) obsessively re-watching all fifty years of Doctor Who on Netflix while waiting for the temporary insanity of Valentine’s Day to be purged from the systems of the afflicted.
Call me insane, but I’ve always preferred to be spontaneous with my affections. I see nothing appealing about the stress and expectations that is automatically placed on anyone in a relationship on and leading up to this day, nor the sense of worthlessness conveyed to anyone not currently “Facebook Official”.
Love is accepting another person, not despite their faults, but possibly because of them. It’s thinking your partner is the most attractive and amazing person in the world, right down to their nose hairs and wrinkles.
It’s shown by sitting by the toilet bowl rubbing the back of your throwing-up-sick partner. It’s demonstrated through learning about your mate in order to better show them love in a way they comprehend. Love is unconditional, does not place undo stresses, and does not place unrealistic expectations.
Love is not Valentine’s Day.
If you enjoy celebrating the holiday – please! – continue to celebrate it in the way that you best know how. I hope, however, that you will plan romance and love for the rest of the year as well.
Meanwhile, I’ll be stocking up on the bean dip and cheez-its.
Happy Beheaded Catholic Saint Day.