Valentine’s Day Sucks: Two brief thoughts


First, as seen today, summing up all civilized people’s thoughts:

Roses are red, no lives are blue.

Defund the police, abolish ICE too.

Second, VD is as unwanted as a VD.  Never mind the commercial products being sold, I hate the implication that you’re a “failure” if you don’t have a relationship on February 14th.  Socially pressures and demanded participation in certain “holidays” are mentally damaging, regardless of whether it’s December, February, May or June.  (Hallowe’en fans don’t go around demanding others’ participation, and besides it’s fun.)

Singer, songwriter and guitarist Joan Armatrading turned 70 recently, born December 9, 1950.  (Dang!  Another birthday I missed!)  One of her best known songs is “Me, Myself, I”, about the joys of being single.  May this be your anthem for Sunday.

“Me, Myself, I”, written and performed by Joan Armatrading:

I sit here by myself
And you know I love it
You know I don't want someone
To come pay a visit
I wanna be by myself
I came in this world alone
Me myself I

I wanna go to China
And to see Japan
I'd like to sail the oceans
Before the seas run dry
I wanna go by myself
I've just room enough for one
Me myself I

I wanna be a big shot
And have ninety cars
I wanna have a boyfriend
And a girl for laughs
But only on Saturdays
Six days to be alone
With just me myself I
Me myself and I
Just me myself I

Don't wanna be the bad guy
Don't wanna make a soul cry

It's not that I love myself
I just don't want company
Except me myself I
Me myself and I
Just me myself I

I sit here by myself
And you know I love it
You know I don't want someone
To come pay a visit
I wanna be by myself
I came in this world alone
Me myself I
Me myself I
Me myself and I
Just me myself I

Comments

  1. StonedRanger says

    40 years together this year and I have never gotten valentines anything for her. There are 365 days that I can show and tell my wife how much I love her. I dont need corporate america to try and tell me when its appropriate to do so.

  2. Jazzlet says

    I remember being mortified as an English eight year old in an American school for a couple of terms to recieve Valentines cards from every other girl in my class – I’d had no idea this was a thing and hadn’t got any for them. It put me right off VD before I was old enough to develop a more rational dislke.

  3. cartomancer says

    I am quite fond of the conceit myself. It’s the one day of the year I have a socially approved rubric under which I can express out loud how much I love my beloved, and send him gifts and flowers. Sending him gifts and letting him know how much I love him makes me feel very good about myself, in a way I pretty much never do otherwise.

    Since he doesn’t feel the same way about me, sadly, it’s the only opportunity I get that isn’t interpreted as pestering or stalking or some other such nonsense.

  4. says

    Well, I do hate VD with a passion. It is a yearly unsolicited and ostentatious reminder of my involuntary solitude. I hate it just as much like Christmas, if not more.