Enduring Valentine's Day
I receive a few syndicated online newsletters and daily news brief updates that I usually appreciate because they are the news for me. I don't want to know what's new--or isn't new--anymore. This week, they're wearing me out with their little features about "enduring" Valentine's Day.
Last month, there were features about enduring the Super Bowl. Before that, the pathetic wrecks of the world needed help surviving New Year's Eve, Christmas, Christmas Eve, Advent.
What is this survival stuff? How about, enjoy, embrace, drink up, and love with reckless abandon? Can't we do that, even if the neighbors are watching? Must we be miserable?
My mother used to say that people think you're simple if you don't walk around with the weight of the world on your shoulders. She's a genius, and she just happens to always be right. Always. If you're having a good day, if your chin is up, if you're not complaining, people think you're a fool. Well, count me in with that crowd.
I am not going to endure the Chocolate Holiday. I am going to glom every calorie of it, kiss everyone I see whom I like even just a little, and do every inappropriate thing I can with those little Necco conversation hearts. Live it, love it, do it. Be a damned fool.
I have no intention of enduring anything. Want to talk about it? I don't. Just want to pucker up and love life. I love you.