Valentine’s Day, the mass-produced, discount non-lethal mental syphilis sweeping through the mediocre expanses of Western living, is one of the few things that people both single and in relationships detest.
Single People Valentine’s Day rancor
Of course it is easy to see why single people detest Valentine’s, sex toys and lubricants, after being thoroughly cleaned and stored away provide no companionship. Self- loving or self-pollution as it was known back in the day is very impersonal, cold and dehumanizing, like death by drone attack. Let me give you an example:
On a day like any other day you feel this palpable weight in the air, there is something bothering you isn’t there? This sense of impending doom which means a lifetime of being alone crippled and maimed by the uncontrollable forces that govern who comes into and out of your life and what destruction they leave or have left in their wake. The past takes center stage in the creation of this negative state you are in now – frequent emotional breakdowns, hiding indoors from people and life, insomnia in part due to frequency of intrusive thoughts alluding to your being alone and unwanted. As if that wasn’t bad enough, there are the angry outburst and the anxieties you can’t shake.
This scenario ironically enough is an apt description of living single in NYC and also strangely enough the life of many villagers who have had their existence eviscerated by surgically precise drone strikes. ….. And now you’re gonna add Valentine’s Day and all the BS that comes with it to this
Couples Valentine’s Day rancor
If you are in a relationship you already know that your biological needs for intimacy, physicality, and companionship are not meaningful in and of themselves. Relationships are a business now, and like all business a forced smile is part of the uniform. The legacy of the 20th century has been the excessive exploitation of power dynamic to acquire and maintain a sense of security and satiety that though may evanescence at any second is the best alternative to facing reality as it is.
It’s Bad Enough that, for many of you you blew your chances of staying with someone who truly loved with as close as it seemed to the entirety of your being, now you have to go through the motions: visiting the in-laws, meeting with couple-friends you pretend to like only to give you a break from the solipsist focus of your daily-life with you significant other not well integrated. Let me give you an example:
You turn down meeting with you old college mate for a beer and to just hang and shoot the shit. You have somehow lost the ability to enjoy the things that were once pleasurable. You gained weight. Actually your weight yo-yo like Oprah between extremes of logic. One the weekend your main priority is to sleep in and despite all that sleep you are racked with fatigue and still look noticeably run down. Some how life was really promising but now you don’t know what happened to your drive, your will to go beyond yourself …. hopelessness and late night ads on QVC are your new best friends
This scenario ironically enough is an apt description of relationship life in NYC and also strangely enough the life of many silent sufferers of dysthymia around the civilized world. ….. And now you’re gonna add Valentine’s Day and all the BS that comes with it to this
MrMary 10 Steps to Feel Good about Yourself the Day After Valentines
1. _ Read T.S Eliot’s The Love Song of J Alfred prufrock
LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question….
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
FANCY QUOTE: With its weariness, regret, embarrassment, longing, emasculation, sexual frustration, sense of decay, and awareness of mortality, “Prufrock” has become one of the most recognized voices in modern literature “[the poem] presents the apparently random thoughts going through a person’s head within a certain time interval, in which the transitional links are psychological rather than logical”. This stylistic choice makes it difficult to determine exactly what is literal and what is symbolic. On the surface, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” relays the thoughts of a sexually frustrated middle-aged man who wants to say something but is afraid to do so, and ultimately does not. The dispute, however, lies in to whom Prufrock is speaking, whether he is actually going anywhere, what he wants to say, and to what the various images refer.
2. _ Make a one time Donation/Loan to a cause on Kiva.org, because a decent percentage of chocolate that is made and that your probably consumed was harvested under slave labor.
Yes that’s right there is this thing called Fair-Trade Chocolate also know as slave free Chocolate. Since you don’t have time top look into which chocolates are not-tainted by slavery or even milder forms of labor abuse so many new apps to get, emails to delete and rewash your genitals because you could really refuse your significant other after he/she bought you some bullshit hallmark card just donate or loan $25 to a cause that will bring someone or some village fresh water. You get to ignore the part you’ve played in someone’s abuse or enslavement but furthering your own to electronics and the internet. Bottom-line people get helped
3. _ Read about a Famous Person honored on Valentine’s Day case and point Frederick Douglass aka Freddie D
Frederick Douglass, whose birthday is honored on February 14, was born a slave in 1818, and now remembered for his eloquence, activism, and fearless championing against slavery.The exact date of his birth was unknown by Douglass, but he picked February 14 as a date to celebrate his birth. Douglass had endured many of the awful transgressions typified by slavery’s bonds. He was separated from his family and physically and psychologically abused. As a child, Douglass was taught the alphabet by Sophia Auld, his white mistress, and after being found out by the master of the household, secretly educated himself. He escaped from slavery in 1838 and settled down in Massachusetts.
However if you dont want to give negros a chance ( im speaking from historic precedences and statistics) Check out some other people born on V-Day click here