I never gave much thought to Valentine’s Day.
Yes, I’m a woman.
No, I’m not anti-love.
I just never thought there had to be “one day only” where people showed love to others in their life.
I discovered there are those for whom this day is sacred. Even more sacred than birthdays and the first day of football season.
Trust me when I say it’s not wise to share your opinion with them.
They buy cards. They purchase chocolate by the ton, red clothing by the yards, dozens and dozens of imported flowers, gallons and gallons of perfume, enough helium filled balloons to float hundreds of guys in aluminum lawn chairs from one state to another, and more karats of jewelry than even Cleopatra wore.
And that’s just the kids in middle school.
Adults tend to go overboard with this holiday.
In all the hurry up and buy state of our country, when you are out looking for the perfect red something for your beloved, have you given any thought to those who won’t be receiving “I Love You’s” this Valentine’s Day?
At least until one of these people insinuated themselves right in the middle of a special Valentine’s Day.
It would have remained a bummer if her power wasn’t far reaching.
One of my co-worker’s “husband to be” had hired a singing Barbershop Quartet to deliver red roses and a song to his beloved.
The group arrived. The co-worker received her flowers. The entire office got to hear the song. There were smiles all around.
Until the “non-recipient” returned. She let us know in no uncertain terms, that had she been there she would never have allowed such a display of love.
She wanted to know if even one of us stopped to consider the feelings of those not in a relationship? (Actually, no we didn’t. We were too busy enjoying the display of love.) Were we such unfeeling people that we would allow this display of love (enjoyed by everyone present) that did nothing but remind the “non-recipients” that they would be without on this particular day?
I guess we were.
The flowers delivered the rest of that day were sneaked to the individual desks. Chocolates were hidden. Balloons we taken to the cars. All signs of the holiday were hidden. All because of one anti-valentinenite.
I thought many times about putting her out of our misery, but I understand that by killing one you only create a hundred more.
So, here is my advice to you for this Valentine’s Day.
Shower your loved one with whatever you want. Send flowers. Send singing Barbershop Quartets. Give chocolate and diamonds, or chocolate diamonds.
Kiss your loved one and enjoy a little romantic time.
The economy depends on you.
And on February 15th let’s all get together and create a holiday for the “non-recipients” of the world. A day they can celebrate their misery. A day for those who not hate Valentine’s Day, but take it so far and ruin it for the rest of us.
Opps, I may be too late. Someone just sent me a box of these cookies. Doesn’t that count as a Valentine of sorts?
From the life and mind of:
Wanda M. Argersinger
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