As far as I know, people in America have a common sentiment about most holidays. Christmas, good, even if you don't celebrate it. Veteran's Day, sad, but proud. Thanksgiving, good for the food. Except for that holiday, either the best or worst of the year depending on your current status....that is, Valentine's Day, or Single Awareness Day.
For as long as I've realized the difference, I've been recognizing Single Awareness Day, being jealous of all the girls who got flowers and chocolate and stuffed animals, and telling myself that I wasn't the kind of girl who needed flowers and chocolate to make me happy. And that's still true - I don't need that. But this year, I did happen to be one of those girls that had a guy show up at the science hall with a dozen red roses on Friday, and who got a heart-shaped box of chocolates and a giant stuffed dog. (I have to say, the flowers and chocolate were really great and thoughtful on his part and all that, but I am really quite excited about the giant red stuffed dog. I love it!) It's a strange experience. But even though I do love my giant dog, I still think that Valentine's Day is pretty overrated. Like, yay, you're in a relationship. I assume you already knew that. It's nice to celebrate it. It's not really nice to throw it in the faces of other people.
On a more random note: During dinner on Sunday night at Ruby Tuesday, some guy in an orange hat waved at me. I thought it was one of my more musically inclined friends, Picar - he has an orange sock cap, about which he has written a song, "Bulletproof Orange Hat" - but it turned out to be the chair of the chemistry department(aka, one of my professors) at SEMO. Awkward...
So, to all who celebrated Single Awareness Day: I'm still with you in spirit. Tell Hallmark to back off a little bit.
XOXO,
~Kassius~
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