If you've known me a while, you know that I'm not really into Valentine's Day.
While lavish displays of consumption still evokes a hipster sense of cynicism in me, I believe I may have had a slightly Grinch-like change of heart.
Not a heart that's filled with chocolate, however.
I arrived at work today, and K~ had made everybody rice krispie treats. Having never consumed a rice krispie treat with animal crackers in it (delicious, by the way) or a red heart on top, and being one who gets excited about all treats, I wolfed it down with glee. Here's a picture, so you may be appropriately jealous:
Then came the email that another person at work had brought donuts! Heck yeah! Did I run over to her desk to make sure I got dibs on a good donuts? Perhaps. Did another person pass out those DELICIOUS heart shape lollipops (why are they so good?!)? Why yes, yes they did. Then came the adorable Valentine's cards; the kind you got and passed out when you were in elementary school? While I've had kids pass those out to me when I was a teacher, I've never had anybody whose age was 2 digits give me one.
It reminded me of when I made my own Valentines. I cut out a red heart out of construction paper and glued it to a doily, and wrote "Happy Valentine's Day". I made enough for my class.
Back then, Valentine's Day wasn't about a significant other and having to display your love through lavish means. It was about an act of love toward the significant people in your life (and sometimes not-so-significant). Before guys were socially pressured to buy...whatever (I totally forgot that most women want chocolate/flowers/jewelry)...on this day, we all made little crafts for each other!
It's nice, for lack of a better word, to participate in that.
It's a less corrupted form of expressed affection, I think.
To be fair, I'm also celebrating by buying myself a pizza with extra cheese and two types of pepperoni. It's because I'm worth it. Attempting to give myself a heart attack is the way I'm expressing my love toward myself.
Once my pizza comes, I'll take a picture and update this blog entry. Unless I eat the entire pizza before I'm able to take a picture. Mmm.....pizza.....that's my kind of cheesy love....