Happy Valentines Day!

FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!

 

This is where we part ways. The opportunity to celebrate the person I love? Not going to happen.

 

I've gotta admit. I had the same thought, here, IJAG.

 

He wasn't saying it was stupid when I invited him to Vegas for mine, was he?

No, no he wasn't.

 

Fuck that noise. I want to wake up where I fall.

 

It feels so arbitrary to me. I guess I can understand someone's parents celebrating their adult child's birthday or acknowledging it. But I didn't even know her then. I didn't meet her for 18 more years. The date means nothing. It's just weird to me to celebrate grown-up birthdays.

 

No fucking way a sentient human being could write that and be serious.

 

See, I feel the same way about people who celebrate their birthdays past 21.

 

What kind of asshole doesn't celebrate their significant other's birthday because they didn't know them when they were born?

"Honey, what did you get me for my birthday?"

"Fuck off. I didn't even know you when you were born. That date means nothing to me."

 

Nah, we celebrate it. Dinner or whatever. But I think it's silly. I've been lobbying to cut out (non-child) birthdays for quite a while.

To me, a streamlined holiday schedule looks something like this:

Maybe St. Patrick's Day. Maybe. It's pretty cool.
Memorial Day
Fourth of July
Halloween (but only for kids - it's dumb for grown-ups to dress up on Halloween. And kids shouldn't dress up for school)
Thanksgiving
Christmas

 

Christmas? So you do celebrate adult birthdays. Hypocrite.

 

Yeah, exactly. Word for word.

Really, any anniversaries feel kind of random to me, although we typically try to celebrate our wedding anniversary. That feels like an accomplishment at least. I had a sports editor once who thought anniversary stories were silly, and that kind of ruined birthdays and so forth for me, I think. Because I knew he was right.