It's Valentine's Day ... whoo haa.

I haven't practiced Valentine's Day since probably junior/senior year in high school. I think at the time it was that whole "Valentine's Day was invented by greeting card companies" urban legend that I was into at the time. Now I know better, that St. Valentine's Day has been geared toward a holiday of love since the 19th century, but my decision to not recognize the holiday remains the same.

My philosophy has always been that EVERY day should be treated as if it were Valentine's Day, if you're invested in a chick you care about. Now, granted, one of the reasons I've dated a lot in my life is, when Valentine's Day would come around and I'd give nothing except a heartfelt "Happy Valentine's Day" to whatever girl I was dating at the time, about 90+% of the time I'd be looking for a new girlfriend.

I'm glad I'm in a position where I can afford to be that person I am. I don't have to be all, "Here, honey, here's a dozen red roses for this special day, since I need to make up for having been pretty shitty the other 364." Bump that; and bump my female coworkers (i.e. all of them) for not understanding that. One of my colleagues said that my wife deserves that one day a year where I'm extra-special to her. I responded, "She has that ... her birthday." I told my wife this; she laughed.

There are only three holidays that are worth their time: Halloween, April Fool's Day, and all the other holidays that give me a day off from work are tied for third. Valentine's Day didn't make the cut.