Broken Pattern

    I take it back. Valentine’s Day isn’t about all the bullshit about being in love and giving gifts, be them sexual or chocolate, though both are delicious. No, Valentine’s Day is about the idea of love. Giving roses back and forth doesn’t mean “I’m gonna plow you hard tonight”, it means “I love you”, be it a friend, a lover, or even someone you just met. The Beatles had it right with all you need. The day is to let those around you know how you care and appreciate them.
    Today I had the greatest Valentine’s thus far, despite the fact that I sought out to destroy the holiday. I may have lost my lunch date to her actual boyfriend and failed to enter the museum for a needed school report, but by 5:20pm I was bright eyed and cheery. People, some of whom I least expected, showered me with gifts or praise and forced a smile upon my face. Today’s not about sex, it’s about friends. Of course, if you’re really lucky, the two are one in the same.

Valentine’s Day isn’t a holiday; holidays are celebrated by all and everyone gets to have a great time. No, Valentine’s Day is a big “haha, fuck you you loser” to everyone who’s single. Not only do we have to watch couples walk around together throughout our normal daily lives, but we have to go through a whole day constantly being reminded how alone we are. While lovers hand each other gifts of flowers, chocolates, and sex, the rest of us go home, saddened, and jerk off while we cry.

Poetree

Many times you’ve stopped on your path
To help me along my own
But now, as night begins to cover the sky
You are nowhere to be seen

But wait, what’s that?
A faint glitter of hope?
Yes, tis you, rounding the corner, over the horizon
I see you now, your eyes shining bright

Steadfast you travel
Until finally, you reach me
Opening your doors wide
With the hush of pneumatics

An Ode to the Bus