Post-Valentine’s Day Blog

The feeling of Valentine’s Day, as with every holiday, leaves even faster than when it arrives.  Now, you’re left with either too much chocolate or too much gained weight from all the over-indulging of food claiming to be just as sweet as you are by your significant other…or by yourself.  In addition, you just threw out the roses that were given to you because now they’re the equivalent of withered dead leaves just like you discard the wasted wrapping paper from your Christmas presents.

Now, I’m not bashing on holidays or anything like that because I think that they serve a specific function in our lives.  I don’t even like sweets like that and this past Valentine’s Day was the best I’ve ever experienced in my life, so trust when I say that I’m trying to make a point.  Even though I understand the value of these kinds of holidays, I’m still not quite sure how I feel about them.  Maybe it’s because I cannot fully relate to them on the level that is appealing to everyone else?

For example:  Roses.

The lusciously, almost palpable, succulent color of these flowers enchant the masses on a yearly basis on this particular holiday.  The scrumptious, pleasant potpourri scents wafting from decadent arrangements casually caressing the nostrils of the beholder enchanting the recipient into perceiving this ritualistic relationship between beauty and nature that is only exuberantly unique on this specific holiday.  This symbol of love, hope, and feelings better than euphoria are upheld in the timeless act of receiving this gift only on this day dedicated to flowering feelings for others.

Me?  I don’t get any of that from these, or any other, plants.

I’ve heard it said once that women can experience their senses more vividly than men can.  I’m not sure if this is an adaptation due to an evolution solution to men having more muscle mass than women or as a way of self-preservation so that they can attend to a child’s needs better, but this may give insight into as to why men such as me do not have the same experience with this holiday’s flora.  Growing up with the idea that guys are suppose to be the ones to be the providers, coupled with this biological difference, seems like viable rationals for the way Valentine’s Day is.  Or any holiday for that matter when things are given; the idea basically the same.  It just sucks that I don’t get any pleasure from the actual plant, but it’s cool that other people can experience things like this.

Valentine’s Day aside, looking at ourselves and determining what’s learned and what is inherent within us is something that makes me think a lot.  This is a good thing because when I find the answer explained, it not only gives me the satisfaction of resolution, but it also gives me hope that the questions that I have that can’t be explained will reveal themselves to me in the future.  This way of thinking also leaves me a feeling of being left out because I feel that I can’t connect with average/normal people when they experience these things because for one reason or another I can’t reciprocate the same feelings.

And nah, this doesn’t pertain to primarily rose appreciation; it also relates to things such as unnecessary deception between getting to know people.  I understand the reasoning behind it and all, but I think the same concept can be done in a different way.  But some reason, if it’s not packaged a certain way people don’t like it.  Another example – women say that their man doesn’t have to give them anything specific on V-Day, but we know that’s a lie.  Unless there’s a specific reason (personal dislike, medical, etc.) I guarantee that if you give your girl no chocolate on V-Day that she will die a little on the inside.  Of course, this can be temporarily overshadowed by extravagant gifts, but in hindsight after people start talking about their V-Day experience they’ll feel like something is missing.

There will always be exceptions to every circumstantial situation, but this example depicted above holds true for two main reasons:  1) people are rarely completely satisfied and 2) people aren’t honest about themselves and what they really want.  And that’s ok for this reason:  Valentine’s Day is there to love the people that you have in your life.  Even if they don’t fulfill or satisfy you in the way you wanted, you could have just got nothing.  I had the fortune of happily indulging in a rice crispy treat hand-made by a homie of mines.  Best believe it was the best one I’ve ever had (and I don’t even like sweets like that haha).  Yeah, this might all culminate into the cliche “It’s not about the gift, but the meaning/intent of the gift”, but this blog isn’t about that.

This blog is just delving into my thoughts of why we do things and why I do things even though I don’t/can’t fully understand them.  This lack of understanding doesn’t diminish neither the impact, the appreciation, nor the intent behind the act, and for that I am thankful.  So, on an ending note I’ll appreciate holidays such as Valentine’s Day even if it means getting a little bigger with decaying organic table ornaments staring at me.

PNBE

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(P.S. – I was gonna post this the day after V-Day, but I got wrapped up in other things.  As a blogger/writer/whatever, I think I should care about things such as impact, timing, and presentation, so my bad on that.)

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