Fuck Cupid
I am going to hunt and kill
that goddamned little cherub. I’m sorry to all of you who are currently
in lovely relationships with someone who may or may not be your
soulmate,
but I am currently unattached. So, therefore, I have the right to
completely
and utterly dump on all of you who are happy. While you all are having
romantic, candlelit dinners, then seeing a “date” movie like Good Will
Hunting (which I saw all alone on a Saturday night, thanks), I will be
hanging around with some other like-minded single guys and getting really
stinking drunk. I’ll be miserable on Sunday morning, but then again, I
am normally miserable most of the time, so...
I have a good reason to
be in this mood, by the way. It’s none of your business, but feel
secure
in the fact that this isn’t just an evil rant. There is
some
logic behind this.
I just want to deal away
with this Hallmark holiday. I mean, honestly, if you love somebody, do
you really need a single day to show your love to somebody? I think if
you truly care for someone, and aren’t just with them to get laid, you
should treat your significant other like a king/queen every fucking
day.
I just see Valentine’s Day as a big fat waste of time. If I want to
show
someone I love them, I’ll treat them special and do things for them
when
they least expect it. Hell, that’s true love- doing things because
they’re
unexpected and you really mean it. Not because it’s a holiday and the
behaviour
is expected. I see Valentine’s as a way for guys who aren’t getting any
to try and show just once that they’re sensitive and then hope it’ll
last
until that time next year. I apologize if you find this to be a
cruel
and sick sort of ranting. Maybe I am jealous. Maybe I need someone.
Maybe
not. Maybe I just have the secret to all of love. I doubt that, but
it’s
always nice to delude myself every so often.