Just Another Day

The fact of the matter is that it is just another day. It’s just another Sunday. But is it? No, not really. In our world of commercialism and media, things become blown out of proportion. This isn’t even a holiday. There is absolutely nothing of significance about this day. No cultural tie-in. Nothing. All it is is a day that someone, once upon a time, decided ‘Hey, we could make a shit load of money if we made a day of the year that was all about love, and couples’. ‘Let’s call it Valentine’s Day and put it right in-between Christmas and Easter because four months is far too long to go without having some sort of bull-shit day to make us a ton of cash.’

Now, what exactly does this day do? It does a hell of a lot. To everyone. Either you’re with someone and you end up buying a pretty red card and some chocolate, go out for dinner and a movie with your significant other and let the retail sector reap the rewards.

Or, you’re alone. And while you may tell yourself it’s ‘just another day,’ you’re miserable. Not every day, just this day. Because this is the day that someone decided would be the day to celebrate profit… sorry, I meant love. You may be perfectly fine with your solitude for the other three hundred and sixty four days, but today, today it’s rubbed into your face so hard that you think your life may as well just end.

Today, everyone, is Valentine’s day. Congratulations if you’ve found someone to share it with. My sincere condolences to you if you haven’t.

I’m going to go get a beer.