So tomorrow is Valentine's day...I hate seeing the streets lined with little vendors, with cheap arrangements of bloody carnations, and sweat-shop teddy bears. It makes me think of that guy who suddenly realizes what today is, and that chances are, his significant other will find some sort of importance in this day...this February 14th, and expect some sort of tithe for her services as a good, loving woman. So he drives by, arm sticking out of his car window, to acquire one of these artifacts, that will undoubtedly look ridiculous to any passerby, but will, according to how she feels about him, be a terrible gift, or a wonderful, and unexpected token of love. If I had someone special, I'd have planned a hot air balloon to carry us over the land at dusk, where the sun's dying rays splash their brutally beautiful colours upon the hillsides and checkerboard landscapes below. I'd have a thermos of hot apple cider, and I'd tell her how much fun we've had and how much she means to me at that moment. Hmm...its the hopeless romantics that will instead probably go home after work, to a cold apartment, not really realizing when the sun goes down, and finally drag their weighty bodies upstairs into a lonely, and frankly, bored bed. All the while, Mr. Drive thru V-day gift man, wipes his brow at his well received gift, and continues on his campaign to systematically under-appreciate his chick, while banging the shit out of her.
...but don't worry ladies, I'm not bitter! I'm actually smiling as I write this...heehee...
|
blah.