Things I love: Valentine’s Day
I know it’s hard to believe. Or maybe it isn’t. But for the most part when I reveal to my friends that Valentine’s Day is second only to Halloween for me (I have a bit of a candy thing), they’re always a little surprised. I’m this crazy hipster who hates romance and wears almost all black (in a New York way, not a gothy way). I write stuff where love tears down governments and kills people. I listen to angsty folk music and I was a vegetarian up until three days ago. By all accounts I should not like Valentine’s Day. I should pass it off as a holiday created by card companies to sell more crap. And I guess I don’t like it.
I fucking love it.
There’s one very simple reason why: It is a single day in the middle of what I consider to be the bleakest month of all to tell everyone that you love them and eat heart shaped candies to celebrate that love.
I want to punch all the people who call it national single awareness day. Because you’ve got family and friends that love you. If you’re on the internet as much as I am, you’ve got people you’ve never met that love you. And that’s kind of awesome.
So embrace this great day, eat a crap ton of candy hearts that say things like “ur cute” and “luv u,” and tell everyone that you love that you love them.