Valentine’s Day, it’s a bit of a funny one. You can’t safely wish someone ‘Happy Valentine’s Day’ like you would for their birthday or a national holiday, because for many of my friends it is a negative, irritating or unsettling day.
I find card sending in general quite difficult. It’s never felt natural, I find it almost impossible to know the right words to put in cards, and I’m bad at judging who to send cards to and when. On top of that, Valentine’s Day has become so commercialised and compulsory, that it’s almost a bit of a turn-off.
Personally, I’ve not had a proper, anonymous, wondering-who-it’s-from kind of card for nearly 20 years… until yesterday, when I found a gorgeous and mysterious hand-made heart in my in-tray (from a dear friend, which I guessed after looking at her face for only half a second – go me and my non-verbal skills!).
So, surely romance is about being spontaneous, doing something unexpected and at the time that feels right – everything that a planned and fixed celebratory day cannot deliver. Still, as I sign my actual name at the bottom of my predictable, shop-bought, pre-written card, I find myself wondering why I can’t resist joining in. Then I write the envelope in funny handwriting and quickly bung it in with the post, just to confuse my partner!
© Catastraspie, 2013.