A Fist Wrapped In Blood

Charles Dickens were alive today he would throw his, one can assume, natty cap into the air if he knew that Christmas no longer brought about any true miserly feelings.

Indeed his literary classic has taught even the non-religious that to be a jerk on Christmas is just selfishness.

Ol' Chaz would have a ball indeed seeing all the people being relatively merry and joyous because they learned their lesson from his book...

That is if he managed to not blow his brains out on Valentines Day.

Valentines is the only holiday left which really pulls no Dickensian punch to bring out the miser in us all. And by us all I of course mean single people.

On one hand you have the fact that, I'll assume as Christmas was in Victorian England, you cannot escape being hit in the face with the damn holiday. It's the only secularized holiday relating to a life choice and somehow they choose to make it the most in your face of all.

Granted, It doesn't bear the parades or change in weather of the ol' x-mas time but man oh man everyone really gets behind the damn holiday. Even Jews. You can't stop Valentines. If you did you'd maybe be a hobo or in another country.

Beyond that there's the unstoppable ghosts of Valentines day. Don't even get me started on that bullshit.

What with the super-villainy surrounding dating and now the beauty of the Internet it's hard not to at least face down with one of the exes of Valentines past. You can't deny either that you don't get that itch to fuck with those who broke your heart around Valentines. Its the concentric humming of the cosmic spheres....aka bullshit.

And don't forget the lingering stink of Valentines present. Admit it, we're all pretty psyched about that new episode of Lost.

Oh, and if you're single or, heck...even in a bad relationship you can't help but look with dread to that sappy Valentines in the future where you are married...or proposing marriage...or some such thing...and flowers and chocolate come naturally and you realize you've built yourself a choco-floral prison.

I think what I'm trying to say is:

Chaucer decided Valentines day should be about love because he needed a day everyone recognized for birds to be married on. And you know what? Some of those birds didn't even get married AND it pissed off a lot of the other birds and Mother Nature.

And so at most Valentines should be about reflecting hard on lonely birds held up by a rigid democratic process of dating.

I need some chocolate

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