I’ve never been a big fan of Valentine’s Day, regardless of whether or not I am in a relationship. I dislike the way the holiday has a way of isolating those who are single and I hate the pressure it puts on couples to outdo each other every year. What should be a celebration of love often turns into a competition among girlfriends to see whose boyfriend gets top honors.
My birthday and Valentine’s Day tend to fall into the same category for me (“Wake Me Up When It’s Over”).
It all dates back to my elementary school years when I would come to school with a box full of personalized greetings, making sure to give one to every person in class. By the end of the day, even Columbus who sat behind me and relentlessly made fun of my name gave me a red envelope. Clearly someone in his family told him it would be the right thing to do.
Years later in high school, my friends and I made it a habit to send flowers to each other with thoughtful greetings like, “Roses are red, violets are blue, this holiday sucks, let me borrow your coat after class.” They were usually short and sweet and they allowed us to take comfort in the fact that we always had each other.
The other night I went to a local haunt with a few coworkers and we discussed our upcoming plans for the holiday. Since Bryan and I work opposite shifts, it’s difficult for us to really see each other during the week. I hope to God the day comes and goes without much fanfare. Last year he cooked a delicious feast at home, pulled out my chair, and did the dishes. That far exceeded any expectations I had for the holiday and I hope we continue to keep it a low-key event.
Hearing friends already freak out about the day makes me immensely grateful that I am secure enough to know that pomp and circumstance on Valentine’s Day does not solidify my feelings for Bryan, and vice versa. I’ve been in enough relationships to know that having someone pull out all the stops on one day alone doesn’t mean anything in the end; how they treat you the other 364 days a year is what matters most.
What about you? Do you have plans for Valentine’s Day, or would you like me to wake you when it’s all over?