I've never been big on Valentine's Day whether I've been in a relationship or not. I'm apathetic about it - I could take it or leave it.
For the most part Joe and I don't really celebrate it. It feels too forced, too commercialized (as most all of the holidays have become). What fun is it to get chocolates, flowers, and a dinner reservation when that is what is expected? Not that I wouldn't mind some chocolates, flowers, and a dinner reservation! But it would mean more to get it 'out of the blue' and not on Feb 14.
Over the years Valentine's Day has become just another day.
However, there is one memory that stands out for me. The memory of the worst Valentine's ever. I'm sure most of us have a story or two like that. Here's mine.
The year was 1987. I was in 8th grade and still 13 years old.
For whatever reason our school decided to have a fundraiser of sorts for Valentine's Day - students could purchase carnations to send to someone anonymously or not-so-anonymously.
Yeah, like that was a good idea to do in middle school. What a way to really draw attention to the popular kids in school, right? As if middle school wasn't hard enough to find your way.
My then-boyfriend and I had broken up earlier that year. (And back
then, having a boyfriend meant we held hands as we walked to school and
went to the base movie theater - it was nothing as intense as it seems
to be now.) So I knew I wasn't going to be getting any carnations. Which I would have been (mostly) ok with, but then I heard that he sent A a dozen of the red ones. Twelve! Carnations! Oh how that hurt my young 13-year old heart.
There were 4 or 5 girls in my French class, A being one of them, who received multiple carnations. Our teacher made such a fuss out of them and their bunch of flowers by ushering them to the front of the room. She made such a spectacle oohing and aahing over their flowers and having them pose for a group picture. She was also our yearbook adviser. Needless to say that picture was enshrined in the pages of our yearbook to forever remind the rest of us of that Valentine's Day.
I know I was in the majority that day - most of the students did not receive carnations. Only those handful of students who were in the young-love, early-teen years, middle-school coupledom ... and the popular kids.
What an in-your-face reminder to the rest of us that we didn't have any secret, or not-so-secret, admirers. To walk through the halls of our school throughout that day without carrying even one lone carnation. Oh the emotions of a 13 year old trying to make it through the day without any tears!
I guess it scarred me so much and that is why I don't care much for Valentine's Day - ha! Thank goodness I grew up and, no, I don't still harbor any ill-will for that day in 1987 - it's just one of many strong memories of my childhood!
So let's hear it - what are your own stories of a Valentine's Day gone wrong?