Thanks for reminding me.

Well, its that time of the year again! Valentine's Day! And this year, like every year before it, I'll be alone. Well... i lie. I'll be consoled by the gathering of other lonely people that takes place every February 14th, and we'll drink cool-aid while we wait for the space ship behind the comet to come pick us up.

Bad jokes aside, this mass marketing campaign for Valentines Day is really a problem for those who don't have a significant other. I wonder if the number of suicides in February is higher than any other months? Perhaps we've written those off as results of Seasonal Affect Disorder. I would allege (as my english professor would begin, that elitist avant garde punk with his stupid fucking twisting hand motions, turning some invisible dial or screwing some invisible thumb screw, promoting the principles of the debunked Freudian pseudoscience of dream interpretation and psychoanalysis) that the mass media attention given to market Valentines Day only serves to exacerbate the depression experienced by the silent majority of people who are unpaired. Every commercial, every advertisement serves as a barb to alienate those who are alone. No, of course being single isn't normal. Everyone's paired off. Everyone's on a team. Why aren't you? Is there something WRONG with you? Of course there is. Buy a box of chocolates. Buy a card. Buy some flowers. Oops, you don't have anyone to send them to. So sorry. Maybe you buy now and send next year?

On February 14th 2005, I will watch all twelve hours of the Lord of the Rings, Extended edition. Or maybe not... Arwen and Aragorn might serve to remind me what i'm missing.