I’m not against romance.
Quite the opposite in fact.
I’m for genuine romance.
The kind of romance that is spontaneous.
The kind of romance that comes from the heart, not from marketers.
The kind of genuine romance that leaves someone at a loss for words.
Original gestures that actually mean something, not doing things that some marketer tells you you should be doing or giving.
Not this commercialized, manufactured, nonsensical bullshit.
First of all, if you love someone, you should express that every day. That there is a day devoted to expressing to your spouse or significant other that you love them is pretty pathetic to me because if you take Valentine's Day seriously, you aren't doing enough for your SO the other 364 days of the year.
Girl wants boy to declare his love. Man wants to buy things so he can sleep with girl. If you pull away all the streamers and cheesy cards, and strip it down to its bare pink and white bones, Valentine's Day is really just a giant metaphor. It’s a giant, disgusting, bloated symbol of the protocol men and women have been forced to believe is natural and wholesome.
There’s nothing natural about Valentine's Day. It’s a disgusting and unnecessary display of forced affection that makes most men cringe and certain women swoon. And I’m ready to talk about what it really is, even if no one is ready to listen.
Valentine's Day is for imitators. It’s for people who don’t know how to act unless directed by cues. It’s for people who are superficial, materialistic and trying to fill a void.
So, if you’re not celebrating Valentine's Day (whether you’re single or coupled), consider yourself revolutionary, unique and just downright better than everyone else. Because anyone celebrating one of the most known consumer-oriented holidays of the year is just over.compensating.
if you take Valentine's Day seriously, you aren't doing enough for your SO the other 364 days of the year.