Hearts and Daggers

[furtech]

Valentine's Day is a peculiar holiday: if you're in *luv* it's more wonderful than your birthday and New Years and the 4th of July combined; if you're single, it's like being Jewish at Christmas: excluded through no choice of your own and pounded by ads, events and celebrations that have nothing to do with you.

It's easy to be bitter when you're single this time of the year: the media and advertising blitz all seem to be pointing their collective fingers at you and saying (in a perfect Nelson voice), "Haaaa-haaaa!" Still, I'm a hopeless romantic and know that at -some- point I'll be hooked up again and be able to release all that pent-up mushiness. As fine a companion a dog can be, they have no appreciation for mushy cards, jewelry and romantic getaways: Rondo would be just as happy with a long walk by a city dump and a new cow-hoof (plus he's a boy!). Granted, he's a lot cheaper (so was Frieda), but that's not the point...

Until that time comes again (gu-ril-furend-o!), I console myself by avoiding restaurants (like Clam Humper's 4-hour wait tonight) and remembering the "Oh, yeah." part of having an S.O. (accountability, teh-krazy, etc. of not-so-good relationships). And getting Rondo a new cow-hoof.

Comments

[typographer.livejournal.com]

Well, I summed up my side of things a few years ago.

Cow hoofs, eh? How does Rondo feel about pig's ears?

[furtech.livejournal.com]

That's a pretty good essay on the day. My feelings, summed up, are that I'm happy for those who are happy and empathize with those who are not. I'm certainly not going to rain on the parade of people for being in *luv*!

Rondo likes pig ears but they give him the Awful Wind.