February102002

Can you see it? Peering over the horizon line with that smug look on it's face? The kind of expression that says "That's right, you can't stop me!" and makes you want to crawl under the covers for another week or so until you can see the drunken swager of St. Patrick's Day approaching?

That, my friends, is Valentines Day. A horrid little holiday created by Hallmark, very similar to "Love Day" from the Simpsons. And we all know what happened thanks to Love Day...

Okay, here's my major problem with Valentines Day, which is along the lines of why I no longer celebrate Thanksgiving. (except that there's no turkey invovled) Thanksgiving is about being thankful for things, and the way I feel is that you should be thankful for everything everyday...and you don't need a turkey to do it. Valentines Day is supposed to be about showing the one(s) you love how much you love them. You people who have love should do that EVERY day.

Take my parents, for instance. Those of you who know them know how sickenly cute and in love they are. (Which is probably why the whole 16th Birthday party raft incident was so easily misinterperted)There's never been any roses in our house on Valentines day. But when we lived on Long Island (where things are close and convienent) at least once every two weeks my dad would bring flowers home to my mom for no reason. Guys, are you processing this? NO REASON. If everyone was like my dad (minus the finger pulling, thinking all shades of a color automatically match each other and the randomly attacking my friends) we wouldn't need Valentines Day. Not that I'm placing the blame soley on the men here.

Ladies...ever pay for dinner? Surprise him with flowers? (or food, as Tom once suggested) (preferably a steak, right?) Somewhere along the line the rules got written that men are supposed to be the ones always shelling out the "bling bling" (that's in there for you, JonKolle & Dan Fransisco) (yeah...ha ha, the little white girl said "bling bling") and doing all the nice things? I've yet to see the stone this is carved in.

Welcome to the 4th consecutive year out of 18 total that I am single on Valentines Day. Now, I'd like the record to show that 5 years ago when I actually had a boyfriend on Valentines Day, I still thought it was bullshit, but at least then I wasn't being cynical and lonely, I was making a point. Now I'm just cynical. And alone.

Have you guys seen the M-Life commerical? Where they say "Why is it that we want to be alone but not lonely?" Yeah, that's me. I like my space, I like my Me time, but I wish that there was someone thinking that I'm like the girl in the Cake song 'Short Skirt Long Jacket' and they can't wait till Me time is over so we can be together again. At the rate I'm going, I might as well wish for a million dollars. I'll probably see that sooner.

And at least then I can be a rich cynical bitch, right? Cause money makes being that acceptable.

"Bart! With $10,000 we'd be millionaires! We could buy all kinds of useful things, like...love."

Anyway, such is Meg. I've been like this for years. I know it, you know it, Canadian's know it. And such is life too. But I have my friends, my beer, my OCDs, Parkside, my cactus, my stalkers (wait...those are bad!) my CD burner and the future. I'll be okay.

Know how I know?

I've made this this far, haven't I?

And besides, I'd just worry about getting fat from chocolates anyway. ;-)

*The way to my heart is DEFINITELY White Cheddar Rice Cakes. (Jill, you got me hooked!) *