Basically, this comic pretty much sums up about half of why this holiday is the lamest one of the year. That, and I wanted to post it because of that sweet-ass fanservice pic at the end...
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OH RIGHT! Sorry, ranting time.
Valentine's Day probably used to be the happiest day of the year. For everyone. Even the earliest versions of non-stereotypical emo kids like me! And I'm not talking about back in elementary school where you gave cards to everyone except that gross kid that never bathes and picks his nose and eats paste etc. etc.; I'm talking about back in 496 AD, when the holiday was first being celebrated.
Back then, it was the most beautiful day of the year, I bet. Probably the only day in winter that flowers bloomed (go ahead and make fun of how cheesy that sounds, but seriously I bet it's true). I bet that the valentine cards and letters were actually WRITTEN, not bought in a box with printed messages on them or sent as a cute little e-card. The chocolates were most likely MADE BY HAND and not by a machine that makes them into little heart shapes and puts them in a velvet heart-shaped box. And ever hear of sonnets?
Yeah, those were done, too. No one sent another person a song that they didn't write or sing but they think describes their love.
Valentine's Day back in the 5th Century was perfect. Perfect for professing the fact you want to live with that significant other for the rest of your life, perfect for proposals, perfect for a wedding day, etc.
I like that.
Well, except for the sonnet part. But that's only because I'm not a huge fan of love cutesy little love songs written and sung because anything good to use in a love song has already been taken by famous assholes (a good percentage of them having no talent at all -_-).
Anyways, enough about the beautiful years of long ago. Time for the here and now of Valentine's Day.
What.
The.
Fuck.
There's more to Valentine's Day than just what's in that comic.
It's WAY too commercialized, as well. It's turning that 95% of girls at my school who are robots into materialistic bitch robots.
~"If I don't get SOME KIND of diamond necklace or even just a necklace overall this Valentine's Day, we're through. Got it, John? Oh, and don't forget the Godiva and the two dozen roses in all colors possible."
Pardon. Did I just witness a part of Valentine's Day that has been added during recent years?
I think so.
Did I forget to mention that a lot of lingerie is on sale on this day of the year?
~"Oh~! I knew you loved me! That's why tonight, we're going to your house and I'm going to give you a blow job and then you're going to stick your hardened cock into my ass. Got it?"
Another part that's been recently added.
So, if I was a guy dating a girl, she'd dump me for not buying her a pretty-full and/or fucking expensive necklace, a box of $100 chocolates, and $150 dollars worth of roses. And if I do buy her those things, then I have to ass-fuck her whether I like it or not?
Oh. Well, doesn't that sound romantic?
And it's not only those things, but it's also kind of personal stuff as well.
You see, I go with what the Hindus believe: Love is a decision, not an actual feeling. The decision that you want to spend the rest of your life with someone you've been best friends with for years, and you want to step up and finally say that it's time to know if that person wants to spend the rest of their life with you as well.
Go decision making!
Now, maybe I'm wrong (don't you dare try to start up this debate with me again, Sam -glare-), but I guess I'll find out.
But that's another personal issue I have: the only way I can find out is if...
Well, I'm not going to talk about it. It'd sound really crazy and childish to you folks if I told you, so I'm not going to say what this dream of mine is... (oh, and if you try to guess what it is, I will seriously punch your face so hard that I'll break your nose and no matter what happens, your snot will always be blood).
-sighs- But, that's just me and my opinion. If you like Valentine's Day and have a special someone you want to celebrate it with, go ahead and do so. Just don't tell me about how romantic it was because I don't want to feel anymore sick than I already am on that day.
Oh, and whatever you do, don't call Valentine's Day "V-Day", because there's this whore that decided the day should be changed to "Stop Violence Against Women Day" but she shortened it to "Vagina Day" or "V-Day".
But I think I'll save that rant for when the date gets closer or a few days after Valentine's....
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