Valentine's Day: 2005
Ahh, February 14th, Valentine's Day! The day
I remember where, in elementary school, we all stuffed little
cards and candy into envelopes and handed them to every other
person in class. Like Halloween and Easter, the true meaning of
Valentine's day was all about getting candy, only on Valentine's
Day we got those oddly chalky sugary heart-candies.
We don't get those candies anymore. In theory, I
suppose, nowadays we're supposed to invite out our girlfriends
(or boyfriends, for any female readers we might happen to have
out there—but technically they're the ones that are supposed
to be asking ya out), swap roses and chocolates and have a very
happy day or evening. There's supposed to be, like, hearts, and
ribbons, and chocolates and Pink ArbyFish running rampant all
over the place!
My younger brother just got married last week and
we had a full wedding reception on Saturday. How appropriate this
should happen so close to Valentine's Day. So no doubt he's found
some delightful activity to do on this particular evening. What's
married life like? Well, according to them, it's a lot like being
single, only there's someone in your house now. Or rather, it's
like "living with your girlfriend, only everyone's okay with
A funny thing that so much about this site is based
around Sailor Moon material—the stuff that seems so obsessed
with love and romance—when I myself am so socially inept
as to lose total hope and faith in finding a girlfriend. Esa and
I are jealous. :P
But that's okay! Not everyone finds their significant
other at the same time or ages. It's always the good-looking ones
that get married off first. Doesn't matter of they're complete
and total crazies—by golly, they're married off long before
the people who are unattractive, or short, or old, or could stand
to lose a few pounds, or… yeah!
When you put it that way, it all seems pretty superficial, doesn't
it? Alas, these are not the days where most of the good people
are the hard-working, sinewed, tanned good-lookers who've been
out in the fields all day long. No, in the days of the urban office,
the hard workers are just as often sedentary beings who are well-educated,
mild-mannered, and spend every waking hour of the day at a desk,
or in front of a computer screen. Unless they're compulsive body-builders,
in which case, what kind of people nowadays spends six hours a
day lifting weights or running? Why aren't they at the office,
earning money for their future and families?
Arr, how long will it take for genetics to catch
up with social requirements?
Anyway, there's hope for all of us, I believe. There's
a chance for strange-humored fanfic/comic-writer/MIS people. Of
course, it would probably help if I started actually looking around,
or perhaps even dating. Looking for people who might match up
well with me, of all people? What a concept!
Anyway, Happy Valentines Day!