Sorry I have been inattentive! I feel just terrible! Admittedly, I have few good excuses, for most of February. Last week was a personal level of low that I hope not to reach again this year, and, thankfully, a good chunk of it had simply to do with it being February.
This is a week later, so I assume it won’t upset people in its brashness.
First off, I hate February. February may be my least favorite month. First of all, it’s only twenty-eight days (twenty-nine this year, and I am dreading that) and a bit of a joke, really. If a couple of thirty-one day months were turned into thirty day months, then every month could be thirty days, but I digress. Even though March is our snowiest month here, I don’t think I would want two more guaranteed days of winter.
Which brings me to the next reason I hate February. Groundhog’s Day. Why is this still recognized as a “holiday”? Does anyone not notice that whether or not the groundhog sees his shadow, there’s still six more weeks until the vernal equinox? Therefore, there is still six more weeks of winter. What a joke holiday.
Next, Valentine’s Day. If you’ve been here long enough, you know I love the idea of love. I love everyone in my life and I love being cared for right back. This is why I send cards, try to see everyone once a month, sit with my brides for hours tying ribbons (this was during the great computer incident of 2011, so I may have to back track and tell you about that eventually), call AAA for Rich, and any other numerous things I do. I love love.
But I hate Valentine’s Day.
First , it is a day I hold in personal contempt for being the anniversary of my parents’ divorce. So past age eight, I only really celebrated it because it made other people happy (see: I love love, above).
And other than that, who is Valentine’s Day good for exactly? No one I can think of.
First, single people. The amount of “woe is me, I am single” on Valentine’s Day is ridiculous! You were single on February thirteenth and you’re going to be single on February fifteenth (most likely), so why whine about it on this day? If people aren’t throwing Valentine’s Day in your face (so, yes, get off facebook if you know it’s going to bug you), you won’t even think about it. I celebrated tuesday this year, because tuesday is awesome. Lilac also pointed out to me yesterday that you can get half price chocolate on the fifteenth, so if you want to splurge on candy, you can do it at half price.
Second, people who have only been seeing each other a short time. Deidree and Rich? We didn’t do anything on Valentine’s Day. And guess what? I didn’t really care (see: I hate Valentine’s Day, above). I did care a little bit that it made Rich get weird and mildly avoid me for the day before, that day, and the day afterward, which was annoying. In fact, I texted him that evening and said we should get together because I had wednesday off and maybe catch a Purdue game (I don’t follow Big 10 basketball closely enough to know when the games are, but the alma mater’s game was not until Saturday, so may as well support his team if they had one, right?) He said he couldn’t, so I drank margaritas with friends instead.
And the cruddy thing about this situation is that if you do care about Valentine’s Day (which is most people), then you are extremely disappointed that the guy didn’t do anything. And if you’re the guy, you probably don’t want to do anything, but you know that most people care, so you either do something (and hate yourself for succumbing to doing something you didn’t want to do) or, like Rich, you avoid the subject and hope it doesn’t come up (and likely deal with the consequences later). There should be some sort of unwritten rule that if you’re in this situation, one of two things can happen.
One, the guy can ask his girl “So Valentine’s Day? I don’t really want to do anything… We can order a pizza and watch Netflix if you really want.” (or something like that) And the girl is simply allowed to respond “Okay” or “No, I don’t like that, but I’ll take us out to dinner.” If you’re the one who wants to do something that badly, you should plan it. Simple. Don’t force it on other people, or give them the silent treatment because they actually told you they didn’t want to do something. Value the honesty.
Two, the girl can ask her guy “So, Valentine’s Day?” But if he says “I don’t really want to do anything.” She can either offer the “Want to order pizza and watch Netflix?” option or the “I want to do something, I’ll treat you to dinner” option.
End of discussion. Isn’t spending time with the person what’s supposed to be important, and not the theatrics associated with the day?
Which brings me to my next point.
Third, long-term couples (married or otherwise). Why? Why is so much pressure put on this day? Why must guys buy two dozen roses and scramble to get a reservation to an over-priced restaurant? Why can’t you do that on June twelfth or something? Why can’t you make breakfast for the person you love on some random Thursday in October? Why can’t you bring a rose (or a sunflower) home with you just because you saw it at the grocery store when you went to pick up milk? Aren’t you generally supposed to love people three hundred and sixty-five days a year? (three hundred and sixty-six this year, screw you, February) Why worry about it excessively on this one day of the year because people tell you to? It’s ridiculous.
And the next reason I hate February, you knew it was coming.
Why the heck are there leap years? I know, I know, the earth’s rotation doesn’t take exactly three hundred and sixty-five days, it takes three hundred sixty-five and a quarter days, blah blah blah blah blah. Why did we add that extra day to February? Because it was a short month and we felt bad for it? Ridiculous. I’d much rather celebrate June thirty-first or July thirty-second every four years than have to deal with one more day in February. I love June, I love July. February can just end already.
And yes, Mardi Gras was its saving grace this year, but Mardi Gras isn’t always in February (last year it was March eighth), so February can’t even depend on that to make it enjoyable.
And I know you’re probably wondering where this rant was last year, and so I looked at February 2011. It was there, just in small doses interspersed between the Montreal story and the start of the yearly bucket list. And this year, I have been bad about keeping you all updated on things, so I decided you needed a long post.
So here’s to March! You’re only a week away.