If I Only Had the Heart

Planet Earth,

What the hell.

Why must there be Valentine's Day?

Valentines Day... the day where the myriad of couples parade around in high esteem, knowing the day is theirs'. Unintentionally looking down upon the shunned multitude who lack the "significant other." Prancing around with smirks elevating themselves above the common single man. Holding stuffed animals and heart shaped boxes of chocolates, with stares of sympathy towards those without.

The images and emotion this day evokes. Couples holding hands, exchanging their gifts, and thanking the other with a kiss. Images to make the single man want to gouge his own eyes out.

The day where society deems you inadequate, and not as good as everyone else because you are not, as facebook would say, "in a relationship." You are a separated from the ranks of "normal" because you are in no relationship. And therefore you are forced to suffer the displays of love, cupids, hearts, and couples. couples. couples displaying their stupid emotion just because its Valentine's Day.

This wretched day, chosen for only the handful, favors those in "love" vs. those without, those that are happy and single, or longing. It favors the lovers enough to make the happy single man feel dreadfully empty, and the longing man even emptier. What a terrible feeling to have forced on you, by people. By society. By pictures. By LOVE, or at least the thought of it.

I wish this day could be blotted out of man's mind forever or that someone ironically could hit cupid over the head with a box of chocolates, and knock some sense into him. This day is not made for love, its made for money and exclusivity. Make some happy, while the others dreadful with having to put up with it. And of course, money is the root of happiness right? Wrong. All your lavish gifts aren't going to make someone love you more, it should be you they love, not what earthly things you give them.

Juliet tells nothing short of truth,

"What's Montague? It is nor hand nor foot,

Nor arm nor face, nor any other part

Belonging to a man. O be some other name!

What's in a name? That which we call a rose

By any other word would smell as sweet;"

Why must we put a name on one day to "emphasize" love? When merely it does no good for man to be thrust into such a day. Love has no bounds, and love cannot be enhanced by a single day by the name of Valentine's. Rather than make the multitude of singles be forced to inhale the garbage, let us live as if it is of no speciality. It is just a day.

True love, o, true love, where art thou true love?

Sympathy to those who stand on the same boat as I.

Let us ride solo, heads held high, and let not the beast of Sir Valentine take us down.

He will bite and throw himself at us, but it is our minds, our hearts, that will slay him.

Thrust the sword into the gullet of the beast, and shut its mouth.

For we will stand victorious.

Screw Valentine's Day.

Sincerely,

Danual.

Oh, and if you will argue me and say I am bitter because of a recent break up, or because I have no "significant other." That is not the case. If I were to have one, I would still hate Valentine's Day. Why? Because it FORCES you to show extreme affection. You must go above and beyond, rob your freaking wallet dry, in order to make her feel special. As if we men don't try to do that every day. The pressures of buying flowers, stuffed animals, and chocolates, enough to drive a man crazy. Oh, not to mention, romanticism is supposed to be spontaneous. When not, it's loses the fullness, oh how much better it is when not expected.

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