Craziness around Valentine’s has been lasting for whole week. I wanted to get sick and close in the house during that period.
This world is really getting crazy! Come on…who knew about Valentine’s 15 years ago?! NOBODY! We knew about Mother’s Day, Day of the Republic, Day of Women, Day of Youth…some of young Croats knew even about Christmas and Easter. But for St Valentine nobody!
But today everyone knows about him. And day before this day, all become shopping freaks. Coz on that day, you need to go through all the shops in the city and spend a little fortune. And the more expensive present you get for your love the more you love him/her.
It’s all invention of the „rotten” capitalism, how to get as much money possible out of the pockets of the rich, and even better, from the poor. And we are buying it nicely! Owners of parfume stores and flower shops and smiling from ear to ear, normal people have a headache when they remember how much money they spent on the gifts and employees in those shops are soon to be sent to a nut house because their nerves are on edges from answering stupid questions and problems with exchanging the goods in case somebody’s boyfriend doesn’t like the present.
And f***k it all if you can’t get the right gift for your love one. It shows a lot how well you (don’t)know the person you are with. Showing love and affection only on that day is transforming Valentine’s into expectations of who will give what to whom, and who will show more affection in public.
I would call it prostitution of love, but I’ll get misinterpreted.
I have a feeling the only people who are thinking about real love on that day are those who don’t have it. They turn to themselves on that day, between their own 4 walls and inside their heads and think how they don’t have what everyone else does. So they are sitting fu***ed up, sad and melancholic and envy those who are somewhere out and celebrating. Celebrating what?
Love is something you celebrate every day. Honest smile, warm look and small things that make your partner happy are a holiday of love. Fall asleep in somebody’s arms and waking up in the same arms is celebration of love. Like when two people understand themselves with ought many words. To know somebody’s good and bad sides, to respect those bad sides is also love. To think about other person satisfaction during sex and not being selfish is also celebration of love.
Actually, holiday of love is bunch of small things that combined in a whole are making a relationship between two people. And that’s the situation when you don’t mind he is leaving shoes in the bedroom, when you find it cute when somebody is imperfect, when you like somebody even when he is not in a good mood.
I could go on for ages now about real love and what is real love. Is it just a habit of being with someone just so you are not alone? But I’ll stop here; I’m starting to annoy myself!
I spent Valentine’s Day alone. Again. My boyfriend (boyfriend? Can I even call him that?) is on a business trip abroad. We talked for few minutes. It made me feel even lonelier than I thought I was. And finally after few years I’m in a relationship on Valentine’s. (I guess I broke the curse of breaking up with boyfriend few days before Valentine’s! )
This world is really getting crazy! Come on…who knew about Valentine’s 15 years ago?! NOBODY! We knew about Mother’s Day, Day of the Republic, Day of Women, Day of Youth…some of young Croats knew even about Christmas and Easter. But for St Valentine nobody!
But today everyone knows about him. And day before this day, all become shopping freaks. Coz on that day, you need to go through all the shops in the city and spend a little fortune. And the more expensive present you get for your love the more you love him/her.
It’s all invention of the „rotten” capitalism, how to get as much money possible out of the pockets of the rich, and even better, from the poor. And we are buying it nicely! Owners of parfume stores and flower shops and smiling from ear to ear, normal people have a headache when they remember how much money they spent on the gifts and employees in those shops are soon to be sent to a nut house because their nerves are on edges from answering stupid questions and problems with exchanging the goods in case somebody’s boyfriend doesn’t like the present.
And f***k it all if you can’t get the right gift for your love one. It shows a lot how well you (don’t)know the person you are with. Showing love and affection only on that day is transforming Valentine’s into expectations of who will give what to whom, and who will show more affection in public.
I would call it prostitution of love, but I’ll get misinterpreted.
I have a feeling the only people who are thinking about real love on that day are those who don’t have it. They turn to themselves on that day, between their own 4 walls and inside their heads and think how they don’t have what everyone else does. So they are sitting fu***ed up, sad and melancholic and envy those who are somewhere out and celebrating. Celebrating what?
Love is something you celebrate every day. Honest smile, warm look and small things that make your partner happy are a holiday of love. Fall asleep in somebody’s arms and waking up in the same arms is celebration of love. Like when two people understand themselves with ought many words. To know somebody’s good and bad sides, to respect those bad sides is also love. To think about other person satisfaction during sex and not being selfish is also celebration of love.
Actually, holiday of love is bunch of small things that combined in a whole are making a relationship between two people. And that’s the situation when you don’t mind he is leaving shoes in the bedroom, when you find it cute when somebody is imperfect, when you like somebody even when he is not in a good mood.
I could go on for ages now about real love and what is real love. Is it just a habit of being with someone just so you are not alone? But I’ll stop here; I’m starting to annoy myself!
I spent Valentine’s Day alone. Again. My boyfriend (boyfriend? Can I even call him that?) is on a business trip abroad. We talked for few minutes. It made me feel even lonelier than I thought I was. And finally after few years I’m in a relationship on Valentine’s. (I guess I broke the curse of breaking up with boyfriend few days before Valentine’s! )
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