Happy Martyr's Day

It's Valentine's Day.

I somehow ended up with the "day off". Meaning before 8 AM I had already taken two phone calls from work.

It's more than trendy to hate Valentine's Day, I agree. I wholeheartedly think it's a nice gesture, but still a bit unecessary. I'm not jealous, sad, or lonely. I simply think that it's a strange holiday. To pick one day a year to show someone you love them.

I know, I know, I know. That's not what it is. You show you love them with gifts. I have no problem with that. Everyone likes gifts. Getting them, giving them, it's all fun. However, didn't we just do this three months ago? Couldn't we push Valentine's Day back a couple months?

My roommate has been getting gifts from his boyfriend all week long. They're nice little gestures. He moved three giant balloons into the dining room, which I pretty much thought was a person that had broken into our apartment at 2AM, when I got up to get a drink.

I guess I just don't see the entire point. I guess I'm missing the big picture here. As long as I can remember, until very recent years (basically because I haven't lived with my parents for about two years), I've gotten candy every year. It was nice, I like chocolate, whatever. But why?

I guess if we had a reason for the celebration. More than martyrdom (which is really all this is about), I'd be more inclined to go all out for it.

My poor future wife. If I even remember about the holiday, I doubt it'll mean much.

I feel like doing something. I wish I knew more people here. The only friends I have work during the week, regular 9-5 jobs. I work, well...all the time. I get a day off every couple weeks right now.

I've segwayed into nothing. A sign I should be done for the day.