Love is in the Air, Bunnies Run Around Everywhere, and I Like How You Think I Actually Care
It’s that time again!
I’m referring to
Valentine’s Day, also known as the most dreaded day for singles. Valentine’s
Day ranks side by side with Christmas as one of the most expensive holidays.
Shades of red inundate tourist spots and shopping malls. Patrons rock the
houses along Sta. Mesa. Local and international performance artists queue to
make it big by singing ballads (some of which are cheesy or lame, or both) at
the malls/clubs/coliseums/KTV lounges nearest you. Politicians (most of whom
embezzled votes to “assimilate” authority) pose to be some loving
husbands/wives when the cameramen (or camerawomen) are looking. Although
during Christmas one typically buys great many gifts to families and friends,
it’s during Valentine’s Day when one shells extra money to impress his/her
significant other.
Which makes me a little
bitter, because 1.) I don’t have so much money, which is fine, and 2.) I don’t
have a significant other, which isn’t fine. 22 years of celebrating Valentine’s
Day and I still have not tasted the “professed fruit” of dating at this
“special occasion”. I have only given flowers, but never received kisses (save
Hershey’s) on this day. Worse still, I know that I’m one of the few remaining
alumni from 2001 graduates of Bacolod Tay Tung High School who still have not
found a significant other. There’s also no one within proximity who I can ask
out. Don’t be under the impression that I’m desperate for romantic love,
though, because I’m not. However, it feels very bad to be a single when each
year, there’s a day when non-singles impute singles as “people who have no
life”. I have often been on the receiving end of such tirade. Yeah, laugh, guys, cause ’tis be a good opportunity to try to act funny!
In other news: while
couples are ready to profess lots of love to each other, fundamentalists have
to resort to violent upheaval upon publication of Mohammed’s caricature. That’s
also a paragon of love at work, but I bet couples are too oblivious to even care about how
many morass of debacles occur each day, fore fronted by stigmatized politicians,
stigmatized journalists and stigmatized extremists.
“What’s Going On”, sang
Marvin Gaye. Couples strolls along Manila Bay, smooching while ignoring that
song’s poignant and trenchant lyrics, and also practically ignoring the world
around them.
Well, at least I can use
that as a pretext to not care about dating in February 14. That, plus the fact
that February 14 is not a weekend day, assuages my bitterness of still not
having found the one.
Anyone else here belonging to "The Lonely Heart’s Club"?
P.S. I’m going to be out of town, again, 2 Saturdays from now. I’m not looking forward to it.
P.P.S. Remember my comment about no one being within proximity who I can ask out? Well, that doesn’t mean there isn’t anyone cute nearby.
