Playing Devil’s Advocate on Valentine’s Day.
*A little something I wrote on Facebook. My friend Sam wrote a pretty good status update about love and relationships. I decided to be an ass and write the opposite.
Valentine’s Day is the Black Friday of expectations. There, i said it.
Today isn’t about love, it’s about good ol’ American competition & comparisons: Who can out-do the other guys just so they dont have to hear their gfs/wives bitch & complain about…what the other guys did for their gfs/wives.
“Did you hear what he did for her?! Hmph…must be nice to be taken care of like that…”. *cue eye rolling*
And not just expectations. Today is about conditional love & crippling loneliness(yay!). A flower-buying frenzy and the 1,000 yard stare during yet another shitty commercial about unrealistic “love”(yay!). Today is about solidifying the genuine essence of relationships via a gifts-for-sex exchange(yay! wait…).
Love isn’t about selflessness & sacrifice. That’s how you get taken advantage of. It’s about being rationally crazy and irrationally understanding. It’s about selfishly wanting everything from someone. And having them return the favor. It’s about demanding the best, and delivering it. And why not? You deserve it. So do they.
Every other day, we express our love for each other…sanely. So on Valentine’s day, be i n s a n e.
Don’t buy flowers, plant them. Don’t just eat chocolate…inhale that shit. Yell at each other over meaningless stuff, then have meaningful sex…with each other or with someone else.
Hey…when love is commercialized, only lust is sincere. You know this.
Today marks a date when society will try to control you via expectations…just like every other day. So fuck it: throw caution to wind, drink more than you should, dance your ass off, and take that hottie home, you skinny bitch. It’s all about fun, not expectations. That’s what life should be: unapologetic joy, damn it. For 364 days, you give. Today, take.
So piss off society. Be Different. Be Trouble.