Valentines Day….it makes me shudder.
I know for many it’s a wonderful thing, all lovey dovey, kissy kissy blah blah blah. (each to their own)
But I just don’t get it.
Believe it or not I’m not a sad bitter
twisted singleton who hates this day because I’m alone. I just don’t see the point. I do not understand why it has become such a big deal. Many companies are sat counting their money grinning at how Valentines Day has become a big commercial free for all. It’s like a giant romance pi$$ing contest.
What I don’t understand is what is so romantic about buying nice things, doing nice things and going to nice places on the same day as everyone else because it’s ‘what you’re supposed to do’ to me that is the most unromantic thing ever.
The origins of Valentine’s Day are unclear, they vary from tale to tale, though February, has long been associated with romance – not for us human folks – it marks the beginning of the mating season for birds. (OOOh sexy – are you all getting hot and bothered now) 😉
Valentines Day has fast become the second biggest holiday in the UK, with estimates that over £800million will be spent. Gone are the days of a simple card and a box of chocolates clearly.
Are we falling out of love with Valentines Day?
I have nothing against people who enjoy it, but sadly this forced romance lark is not for me. You can keep your overcrowded restaurants and cuddly toys with hearts. I’ll just stick to simple, unplanned gestures as and when they come.
What are your VDay plans? Are you like me and a VDay scrooge?