Rants & Raves of Jasmine’s Fiction

It’s February.  That Dreaded Day is fast approaching.  If I could cower in the darkness of my closet till the day after I’d be a happy person.

Why?  Because I hate commercialism in all its money-grubbing glory.  Because I’m a cynical, cold hearted & callous bitch and I hate all that is mushy, fluffy and Hallmark-worthy.  Because every year I try my darn hardest to Ctrl-Alt-Del That Dreaded Day but inevitably some busybody will remind me by asking me if I have plans.  Because I think that bloody flipping Cherub should get its asexual genitals blown away by my Smith & Wesson 12-gauge shotgun.  Because I can feel nausea creeping up my oesophageal tube every time I see those little red hearts and roses.  Quick, someone give me a sick bag.

Oh don’t worry; I’m like that with anniversaries too.  I don’t see a point of making ONE day such a big issue.  I mean, what is ONE day out of 365?  EVERYDAY is special, or at the very least everyday should be special.  True it’s a lot effort but it shouldn’t matter if truly love a person right?

According to every posh restaurant, every florist and every gift shop out there, love is not enough.  You MUST spend the equivalent of your kidney, spleen and first born in order to ‘make the proper statement of love’.  This is commercialism at its zenith folks.

I saw bouquets of red roses (numbers ranging from 1 stem to 1 million) for sale when I was out at the shops recently.  I cannot sit at a restaurant without them pushing their special menu at me.  I cannot walk into a music shop or flip on my radio without getting my eardrums assaulted by gag worthy ‘love dedications’ and sappy love songs.  I can’t even roam the mall without being accosted to make public declaration of love to someone special, to buy a matchy-matchy couple t-shirts / watches / fragrances, or to sign up for the special package to take lovey-dovey couple pictures or get matching pedi-manis or even join a dating service! 

Yes a Dating Service!  God forbid that you are alone on That Dreaded Day. You will forever be reminded of much of a L-O-S-E-R you are.  But have no fear!  There are special events organised for single (and desperate) folks where you buy a ticket and they would computer match you up with another person and send both of you on a ‘mass date’ with about 60 other single, desperate & computer matched people.

AARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!

I hate it.  I hate it all.  I’m having so much trouble trying to finish this blog it’s not even funny.  I’m not kidding.  This blog has taken me 2 days and counting.  It’s kinda hard to type while cowering in my closet. 

Dearest readers, I am not angry and bitter.  I’m all for the sentiment behind the day.  I just hate commercialism and the mass belief that we have to buy into all this materialistic bullshit to prove God-knows-what to God-knows-whom.

Love should not be about how much you can spend, how creative or outrageous you can get or how much sex you can have.  Love should be about cherishing every moment you spend, the memories you make and laughter you share, the care you give.  And why should love be only about the couples?  Love is universal whether you are single or attached, alone or surrounded by people, for friend & family alike.

With that being said, I’m signing off to continue my closet cowering.  Someone come get me when it’s all over.

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