Dear Valentine’s Day

Dear Valentine’s Day,

When I was in elementary, Valentine’s day was an excuse to get candy and throw a class party.  All I had to do was buy a box of valentines cards, sign my name, and throw one on each desk. EASY!  In High School, it got a bit more complicated. Everyone is wondering who your valentine was or you’re wondering if someone would ask you. It was a big deal. In college me and my girlfriends took ourselves out until one by one we got boyfriends and/or husbands.

This year I have no boyfriend and I don’t have that group of girlfriends to go out with anymore. Even though I’ve spent a majority of my Valentine’s day ‘alone’ I’ve had time to reflect and observe other’s traditions of this holiday.

Why is it that friends don’t do things for each other? Better yet, why is there so much emphasis on one day of the year to let that “special someone” know they are a special someone to you? (How lame are those terms anyway? Special someone)  Why can’t this one day of expressing love be lived throughout the week, month, year, and decades? Instead we cherish our loved one one day of the year. Ever so often the day after Valentine’s day we find the words written on the Valentine’s card are as contrary to how we feel less than 24 hours later. How sad.

So how about it Valentine’s day? Wouldn’t you like to be celebrated every day instead of once a year?

 

Dear Lone Woman at Disneyland,

Dear lone woman who was talking on the phone wearing a tinkerbell shirt at Main Street in Disneyland,

Congratulations! It was kind of awkward how I found out you were getting married. I’m sorry your daughter isn’t returning your phone calls and emails. I suppose there is a good reason she blocked your number? At least you are still able to email her husband. I’m sure he’ll pass on the message.

I’m proud of you coming to the “Happiest Place on Earth” by yourself. It looks as if you were taking a break since you arrived at 11 am and it was now 7:30 when I walked into buy some hot chocolate. Thank you for letting me know that Downtown Disney closes an hour after Disneyland does. Oh, cute shirt by the way. I love how Tinkerbell’s name glitters in gold, fitting. Did you buy that at Downtown Disney?

I’m sorry to hear about the debt you are in. $9,700 is not that bad. You did it to renovate your bathroom. An asset offsetting the liability, good choice. That’s quite an eccentric belief you have there, one cannot get married when in debt… I haven’t heard that one before.

I’m sorry I was eavesdropping on your phone conversation. You probably heard or saw me laughing out loud. Then again, maybe you didn’t because you were totally engrossed in your phone conversation. Just to let you know, I don’t think it did much to talk with your hand over your mouth. I was still able to hear you loud and clear. I tried really hard not to listen but it was just too easy.

An apologetic eavesdropper,

Melanie T