Okay, so I promised a blog about Bon Iver and the general
stupidity of people. I was going to because I was irritated by how happy people
are to not know about Justin Vernon but quite happily hate all over him anyway.
Ugh.
But not today.
Something much more aggravating happened between the time I
posted my promise and now.
Something I knew was coming.
We shall not speak the name of the day and I’m sure it is as
horrifying and poignant a time in many peoples’ lives.
For now we shall call it... Viagra Day.
If you took part in this ridiculous ritual yesterday then
let me try to enlighten you a little. Viagra Day is for couples to show off to
other couples how much better their couple is than anyone else’s couple and to attempt
to prove to singularities out there that they are alone in this world. You have
been alone, you are alone and you will be alone.
FOREVER ALONE
As one of these said singularities I would like to clarify:
I am not bitter about not having a boyfriend. Not now. They are too much effort
and I’m far too busy with uni and blogging about useless things. I am also insanely happy for some couples.
The couples that I dislike are the ones that are constantly complaining about
their boyfriend or almost breaking up with him...or simply not all that in love
with them on a normal day...Then when Viagra Day comes along it’s an explosion
of hearts and kisses on their Facebook wall and instagrams of fucking roses and
teddybears with names and chocolates posted up over every networking site that
ever existed with statuses like:
“3 valentines on...and I am still getting
surprise roses delivered to lunch.. You are truly the most romantic boyfi in
the whole world hunny”
Followed swiftly by:
“What
can I say, I love making you happy:-)”
what. the fucking. shit.
I’m sure they’ve
pelted themselves into your eyes too. Yes. Flowers on Viagra Day would be very
surprising. Nobody else would have received anything like it. Well done you. I can see how it was important to share with
all of us who don’t actually give the slightest shit.
Yes, it’s annoying that people are so ready and willing to
use their relationship to score some extra cyber attention and possible
jealousy but that’s not really the main point I have an issue with. It’s the
absurd idea that love should be more
celebrated for one day of the year. I may be a romantic but...shouldn’t we show
how much we love someone as much as possible? Being provoked into spontaneity
isn’t being passionate. Buying shit because it’s what you’re “meant to do”
doesn’t mean you care. Posting about how
much you love someone because everyone else is isn’t love.
It’s like for one day a year couples of the world unite and decide
they’re all starring in their own romantic comedies coming out on Febuary 14th.
Everyone wants that highest grossing film and they’re willing to sellout in
whatever way necessary.
Don’t misunderstand me, I’m all for love but for one day you’re
meant to love someone more than you usually love them? Or at least, show them
that you love them more? Love in my mind is not a variable quantity. You can
realise you didn’t really love someone or you can love someone for different
reasons and it therefore feel different...but it’s not something that should be
thrown about as much as it is on this absurd Hallmark Day. Surely by
exaggerating something as personal and pure as real love (if it exists in this
context at all) for this one assigned day you are devaluing it? Not only for
yourself, but for people that may actually be properly and wholly in love whose
actual lives are being made a mockery by the dim-witted consumerist hordes.
Anyway, what I’m trying to say is...if you love someone then
that is wonderful. Just love them the same all the time. Make it real. Viagra is only for very old men and douchebags.
LOVE (ironically) x
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