it would be remiss of me to have no disdain or nothing to say upon the close of the "lovers' day" that has come and gone. It would be remiss to not allow myself the freedom of speech to articulate everything that is wrong about this day as I see it...so without further ado...
There are three hundred and sixty-five days a year to which humans and the like should care enough to send the very best and get along. What we have here is a dictated "mouse go get the cheese" navigation from the big corporations who are trying to tell us when to buy this and that and so on. It drives up the price from what was around twelve dollars (US) a week ago to now thirty plus dollars for a dozen roses, and they don't look any better than they did a week ago. I don't need a special day to which I bestow my love for thee and thine. We all know I hate most everyone equally and effectually, but today of all days is a day to really show the morose consumerist bullshit that is a source of quite a bit of my disdain.
I can't say that greed is the root of all evil anymore than I can say lies are or murder is. But greed is something that perverts the soul and on days set aside to "remember" your loved ones, greed seems to be the driving force for many whether they/we plan it that way or not. How many men asked the loves of their lives to marry them today just because it was the penultimate red-pink-white days of hearts vomit? How many women put on makeup and pushed their size 20 ass into a pair of size 16 jeans and put on heels that they will be complaining about later for some added pity benefit? Why all the costume and farce? I am me 24/7 and I will continue to be me regardless of a bunch of roses and some chocolat and trinkets. I love jewelry and see some spectacular pieces that I would love to add to my trousseau, but I have more than I can ever wear as it is and don't need anymore. I want to downsize what I already have, only it is spread out between two storage units and a home and family's homes. I have nary spent a Valentine's Day in the arms of a beloved. Including the trappings attributed with the holiday, I can honestly say that only the once or twice I did it was because of the very fact of me mentioning to the last Mr. Mobe that I had nary spent a holiday with someone. It always appears as if either I or they are afraid to stick it out until the holidays. My birthday, Christmas, New Year's, Lobo's birthday, Superbowl (yes it's a holiday to me!) and then Valentine's Day all in the spread of 60 days! When I was married it was the "after" thought and the last moment approach so I would rather not have had then to be only though of in the last possible second. Hey, when you live with someone for a duration you'd think they would have a grasp of a fucking calendar and know when the damn day is coming and take care of any business ahead of time. Not so, we'd go tree-stand shopping several months before the opening of hunting season with one hubby, and concert tickets to the band of his choice at least thirty days in advance for the first, but never ever was anything had for me. Yes, I don't care for it. I never did even long before I was an adult filled with disappointment after disappointment.
The consumer approach never set well with me. I get what I need when I need it and I get what I want if I can afford to and if not, then I figure I don't need it. It makes life difficult for others to date me but I like to look at it like it should be making it easier. I'm not setting them up. I have no expectations when it comes to gift giving and would be more pleased with a handwritten promissory note for back rubs than a card from "Mallhark" that they didn't even read nor agree with. The flowers I buy myself when the whimsy takes me and the jewelry...you get the idea. I deserve more of a thought than some sweet lover to think of the last second on the very day set aside by dumb asses to push products to clean their coffers to put more shit up so they can tell me it's a "nationally green holiday" next! Every month has a holiday of major substance in it excepting August. You wanna know why? August the kids go back to school and most corporations know when they can stick their sticky fingers into our wallets and when they can't. So, we get "extra" bogus holidays thrown in when they can to garnish attention to the cars, cards, outfits, kitchenware, etc. they are trying to push. Think about it, we have three military holidays as if they want us to only remember it three times a year? I have family members who served and had they died in service I'm more than sure I would remember them every holiday and birthday and anniversary and so on until the end of time. I am willing to bet I would even think on them most days when just driving by the local store or someplace we shared. I don't need anyone to tell me when to lay flowers down or cash down to show my love and today I said I love you to my bear, as I have said it everyday we have spoken since we started saying it and he didn't bring me flowers (he can't because he works offshore) and I didn't buy him cologne or a video game. I ate pork chops and mac 'n' cheese with corn alongside my daughter and her two cousins so their momma and daddy can have some time alone together and go out to eat. It's a day. I'm thankful for the roses my brother gave me with a necklace and some chocolats. But I love him the other 364 days too!~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
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