Fiction Friday – 8 February 2008
This Week’s Theme: Flip a coin. Heads, and your characters hates Valentines Day, Tails, and they love it. Now come up with the reason your character feels the way they do.
For J, who deals with this year in and year out…
How many cards do you get on Valentine’s Day? One? Two? None?
I get about thirty. Every year. Regular as clockwork. Guaranteed. Unless someone forgets. But they almost never do.
And presents. Do you get presents? I do. Dinners out in restaurants? I used to, but now it tends to be romantic home-cooked dinners.
None of this has anything to do with Valentine’s Day though. Why should it? It’s just a crappy, bogus event, invented to fleece the gullible. Guess Hallmark thought February was a quiet month and needed a sales boost!
I don’t get Valentine’s cards, or Valentine’s presents. I get the regular cards and presents. Because it’s my birthday. And you know what?
I hate Valentine’s Day…
It overshadows my birthday, my special day, every year. When I was a teenager, seeing all those cards hurt. Because I knew they were because I was one year older. But not one was from a secret admirer, or a special someone. No flowers from someone who thought I was lovely. Just “Happy Birthday” and “Many Happy Returns”. But no “From your secret admirer…” And nobody wanted to go out to celebrate my birthday, god no. Everyone was “busy” going on dates. Have you ever tried to throw a party on Valentine’s day? Most places won’t let you book, because they’re already booked up with couples-only tables. Special themed menus. It sucks.
Now I’m married, and it doesn’t matter so much. I don’t need one day a year to tell me I’m loved, and I don’t need people to tell me to tell my husband that I love him! I’ve got that every day of the year. But sometimes, it would be nice if people could remember that some of us might be celebrating other events at the same time as the rest of the world is going goo-goo over a heart shaped teddy bear.
So you can keep your lovehearts, and cuddly toys. I’ll be over there, dancing on the bar, knocking back the tequila slammers and having a party. And when you want to have some fun instead of being made to feel bad over how many cards you did or didn’t get this year, come join me.