Tis the season to be mushy...

So, it's finally here: The Month of Love. I've never quite figured out why it's the 'month of love'. I mean, shouldn't we then have a month to mark every other significant thing? A 'month of wit' would be great! How about a 'month of hedonism'? Oh, wait, we have December. 'A month of sarcasm and great Indie Rock'? No?

Valentine"s Day is a ridiculous holiday. For starters, every reasonable person knows that red is not the color of love. Blue is! Blue, like the sky... or the ocean... such beautiful, endless things... things that you can get lost in. Not red, which is brutal...like blood and meat. Red which is ratchet and rude! And red, which is the color of the Lannisters!

Also, people who are truly in love don"t need to shove their love forcefully down other people's throats. They don't need to paint the town red, literally. They have each other. They are content. All they need are these Valentine's gifts that every true nerd deserves. I want the chunk of Gallium!

But to each their own... I won't pretend that the season hasn't left a mark on me. So here's a little something from Anne Frank:
"Love, what is love? I don't think you can really put it into words. Love is understanding someone, caring for him, sharing his joys and sorrows. This eventually includes physical love. You've shared something, given something away and received something in return. Whether or not you're married; whether or not you have a baby. Losing your virtue doesn't matter, as long as you know that as long as you live, you'll have someone at your side who understands you, and who doesn't have to be shared with anyone else."

Not my words... a 12 year old's words.

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