DISCLAIMER: the author does not intend to offend those in favour of “the day” as the following article is just a mere reflection of a “single” person’s sentiments and is hence only targeted towards them. Time for some therapeutic catharsis!!
Life is good; there’s not much to worry about, apart from project deadlines, assignment submissions, the looming gloom of exams every two months. For 364 days of the year, it’s a routine of coming and going to university, and the activities that ensue thereafter; apart from the occasional ups and downs that are a characteristic of life. You feel content with doing what you do, because you accept that that’s what God had planned for you, and you go with the flow.
And then comes the despicable 14th of February; popularly known as Valentine’s Day. And the realization dawns upon you like a tight smack on the face. You are single, and it does not matter whether or not you’re ready to mingle, because that’s how it is. It’s that day of the year already and there’s nothing you can do about it. Might just man up to it and face it- like a sport.
Hence, you muster up the courage to step out the door and get blinded by the unusual red-tinted aura of the world outside. Every god forsaken thing looks red and mushy. Red balloons, red roses, people wearing all shades of red and announcing to the world of the fact that they’re in love. Good for them, but what’s with this garish display, people, tone it down a bit!! Most amusing are the scenes in public places at this occasion, especially public parks. There are scenes out of the folklores. Even more amusing are the sights of herds of adolescent and pubescent boys and girls exchanging roses and tokens of affection; promises of eternal love. Bleh!
Those days of true love are long gone, my friends. All we have now is “facebook love”, where all it takes to get the attention of the one you want to woo is a “poke”. It’s just as transient and disposable as a little conversation on your “fb chatbox” and there are no heartbreaking stories of separation, for it’s all just a matter of “adding a friend” and “un-friending”.
24 hours must never feel so tedious in any another day of the year, and if you’re allergic to public displays of animated and superficial affection, might as well prepare yourself with pills for indigestion and nausea; for you are in for a very bumpy ride for this one day of the year.
Article publié pour la première fois le 17/02/2012