honestly, i hate valentine’s day.
and with that opener, let me be cheesy and say that the soundtrack to this blogpost will be Jason Mraz’s We Sing, We Dance, We Steal. it is valentine’s day after all, if i’m ever allowed to be saccharine it should be today.
but to get back to our regular programming, let me reiterate.
i fucking hate valentine’s day.
it’s not just the rampant, disgusting commercialization. or the fact that you have to have a special day to be romantic with whoever your s.o. is. or even because it marginalizes single people even more than usual (thankfully i gots me a date, suckers).
more than that, there’s an emotional weight to the whole concept of valentine’s day that offends the romantic in me.
let’s face it boys and girls, i’m a romantic of almost-korean-drama proportions. out of my top three movies evar, two of them are stories of boy meets girl, boy and girl fall for each other, boy fucks it up by being a loveable fuck up, boys make up for being a fuck up, profit!
dedication which i am forever quoting from and have seen WAY too many times, is a love story of truly human beauty, even if it follows the above formula because you can see how affection can grow, even within the most misanthropic heart, even from the greatest difference.
there’s the rub of it, i’m a fan of that ‘authentic’ romance, whatever it may be. i feel like valentine’s day puts such an emotional burden on people in relationships to try to artificially create this emotional connection that may not be there, or may not be right at that particular time. the beauty that comes from the meeting of two beings should be organic, should arise from the whimsy and wiles of the spirit and the heart, not be driven by the weight of some holiday. and considering st. valentine WAS a saint, the fact that hella folks use vday to get laid has a vicious irony all its own.
btw, one of my friends is breaking up with his long term girlfriend today. which is epically fucked up. and funny. hey, at least he didn’t do it on her birthday.
to all the folks in relationships, don’t let valentines ruin yo’ shit. sometime’s the bond can’t carry that pressure yet, cuz like all things in life, it grows, it gets stronger.
to all my single folks rebelling against it all, yall are dope. and more likely than not considering the fact that i have absolutely no idea of what i am going to do on my date tonight, i’ll probably see you at the bar.
to all those folks who are celebrating SinglesAwarenessDay and going to hook up randomly tonight… more power to you, may you find someone who’s GGG, may you find the chance and may you wake up on the morrow std free.
tune in next time for a treatise from me about communicating through damage.
to end…
life is making love even when the world is trying to fuck you.
and as a final middle finger to the artificial, diabetes inducing sweetness of vday… a love poem in the style of bukowski.
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the most imitated poet in america
i may cheat on you
i will certainly drink too much
swear too loudly, smoke like i don’t deserve you
and you will taste cigarettes on my skin
des autres petite mort
i will treat you badly,
myself, worse
forget your birthday
call you only when it is convenient
my laughter will cut you
the jokes always at our expense
an embarrassment to your parents, mine
friends, yours. my hangers-on
already used
to the antics
they know me.
you will curse, throw dishes
and maybe pull a knife
you will question my genealogy
my manhood, more than likely my sanity
i will talk you down
and we will fuck, our anger
narcotic, ecstasy
addictive
or
we will walk out, names
like curses, tear-sealed oaths
vows of celibacy, as if
you will call me a fuckup
i will heartily agree, buy you a drink
for finally noticing
but you will believe me
when i tell you
i love you, maybe more even
than the bottle
and for that, you will forgive me
my many penny sins
Tags: love, poetry, ruminations, valentines
incredible poem!