I have never been a fan of Valentine’s Day
I think that the idea of dedicating a “Hallmark” holiday to some “Saint” who apparently dedicated himself to the ideals of love, so some rigmarole like that is absolutely ludicrous.
So what is it that has gotten me so riled up that I felt the need to dedicate my “Daily Dose of Forchieness” to my loathing of the idea of Valentine’s Day? Well it’s my bitterness about the Day of February 14th, first off, as well as the idea of giving someone a box of chocolates to tell them that you love them, when in reality, when you’re with someone, that should be said EVERY DAY!!!
My main reason for hating the 14th stems from the year 1995. At the tender (well, not quite tender, mullet-ridden seems more appropriate) age of 18, I lost one of the most important people in my life on that very day. My Uncle, Allan Chindemi.
Allan, who was one of the smartest, and most loving people I have ever known, and I am sure will EVER know, passed away after a lengthy battle with AIDS. Chindemi-Nation all knew about it, and we spent a great deal of time preparing for the inevitable outcome, but no amount of preparing will ever have you ready to watch someone who is a personal hero, wither away to nothing. It’s not fun, and I never wish that upon even people whom I loathe with a full Nuclear Capability.
The second reason, well it goes without saying. I don’t believe in love anymore.
You can thank the former Mrs. Fortier for that one, as she took away from me one of the ideals that I believed in most. But at the same time, I am also smart enough to know that if we were still together, since V-Day falls on a Saturday, she would have left me at home alone with Chloe so that she could go to Karaoke and spend time with people who were always more important to her than I ever was.
Yeah, you could say that V-Day makes me somewhat bitter, but I honestly believe Arnold J. Rimmer had said it best when he said: “Love is something invented by Bank Managers to make us all overdrawn.” I honestly believe that. Because love is something that we normally can’t explain, but apparently we feel in our hearts when it is there. But if love is so important, then why doesn’t anyone actually work to make love work. I will tell you why. BECAUSE LOVE DOES NOT EXIST!
Love Stinks, Yeah Yeah. The J. Geils Band never spoke truer words.
Love is merely an idea. An idea that people use to convince themselves that they NEED to be with the person that they have convinced themselves that they are in love with. People have this pre-conceived notion that they’re going to bump into someone, and sparks will fly, and their lives will be complete. The truth is, the sparks may only be the static-electricity that they generated, and then it set off when they touched. People come up with these lame anecdotes which make fate, and love, and destiny seem so believable. The truth is, is that nothing like that exists.
Love is an idea. Nothing more. It’s something that isn’t tangible, like God, or Destiny or anything like that. Something that apparently exists, but we have no ability to prove. And at this point in time, I honestly believe that the chances of me moving next door to Santa might be a little more realistic, than falling in love with someone.
But that’s just my opinion… What do I know???
F.M.
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ReplyDeletePlease understand that alot of this was coming out because I am upset about my current dating situation. I don't always feel this way, this is how I was feeling when I wrote this...
You are just always full of self-pity - did you ever think that you're probably alone because people can stand people who wallow in self-pity? DUH.
ReplyDeletePeople "CAN" stand people who wallow in self-pity??? Why don't you learn some grammar first before you tell me off... I know you think that you're trying to show me up, but quite frankly, you're not... Next time, if you're going to insult me, do it right, jackass!
ReplyDeleteIt may have been more of a "typo" than a grammatical error... just saying... ... that being said...
ReplyDeletethe comment still holds true.
Point taken, but do you really have that little to do, that you have to even read this blog???
ReplyDeleteYou want people to read it, you promote it enough.
ReplyDeleteI actually enjoy reading your non-stop self loathing.
It amuses me to no end.
And it only took a fraction of my time to read this drivel, but do you really have that little to do, to come up with this crap?
As a matter of fact. Yes. I have too much free time on my hands. And I am glad that you enjoy it. And to be honest, it comes naturally, so it really doesn't take all of that long, it's a gift.
ReplyDeletethis dude should have POOR ME written on his tombstone. Instead of writing a blog and pretending you're important to anyone at all, get off your fat @$$ and get some excercise buddy.
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