Valentine’s Day

This is a rant.  This is not a rant about Valentine’s Day.  This is a rant about people pissing on Valentine’s Day.

I’m not a typical romantic by any means, and honestly, February 14th fails to persuade me to join the mushy side no matter how much chocolate it offers. In fact, I even lean the opposite way and wonder why we need a holiday specifically for showing our swains how much we love them when it’s quite possible to show that every day — and without the need of flowers and candy. Well, maybe the candy.

No, I’m talking about the people who are bitter and angry that they can’t celebrate it. Yeah, it’s a bummer knowing that most of your friends, coworkers, and (*gulp*) parents will receive a nice dinner, red roses, and hot sex while you’re stuck with the Sad Single Special of a gallon of cheap ice cream, a Meg Ryan movie, and your hand. But you know what? It’s fucking annoying listening to someone whine, and if I’d have to choose between sitting next to a couple tongue-fondling each other’s tonsils or someone bitching about overcommercialization and the meaningless ritual of it all, I’d gladly take the fondlers.

Maybe they’d even let me in on some of their action.