OMFG. This date doesn't even deserve its title, hence I shall simply call it February 14th from here on in. The idea behind February 14th does not make sense. If you're only expected to be romantic and loving on one day out of 365, you're going to have a sad life. I would prefer to make girls feel good every day, and ignore the commercial bullshit that is hanging around. But NOOO, some people will just DRAG you into it. You cannot ignore it, you cannot like it. In fact, I have this theory that (February 14th's title) was just an invention by
greeting card companies, chocolate companies and florists to earn another measly billion dollars in profit. It doesn't make sense.
And unfortunately, I was forced to show my face in public twice today. I had to work a shift from 10a until 2p, and I thankfully got a bit of time out the front today. I need all I can get. Anyway.
<flashback>About two years ago, a bloke I'm good friends with (still) moved across here from the Phillippines. A year ago today, he humiliated me. I told him my opinion about February fourteenth 367 days ago, and he still dragged me into it. His tradition is to buy a dozen yellow roses and hand them out to single girls. Last year, he handed out about half-a-dozen of these roses, then decided to dare a bunch of us to give other girls a rose each.
I declined, politely.
He continued, almost pushing the rose into my hand.
I declined, even more politely.
He tried to make himself clearer.
I got angrier.
He said "Do it as a dare."
I point-blank refused, and headed for my next class.
He blocked the doorway.
Loads of others were now more than a little interested.
I refused, even more politely than before, and tried to go for the other exit.
He ruined a good storm-out by blocking the other exit.
Others started yelling "TAKE THE FUCKING ROSE!"
I calmly and politely reiterated the fact that I hated the day.
He got discouraged.
I got out of there.
Seriously, what the fuck is that about? Is he deaf, or just an idiot? Must be idiocy, because every time I saw him for the rest of the day, all he did was sing All You Need Is Love. He's a romantic and a Beatles fan. Fucked if I know what's wrong with him.</flashback>
Enough of that. This year, thankfully, was a bit more tame. He did the same thing at work, only there were fewer people, fewer roses, and zero trouble. Ha! He learned his lesson quick.
It seems like a lot of people in this town are very unwilling to listen to new ideas. I've tried out Poet's Day on them, I've tried telling them that I'm unhappy with my ENTER score, I've preached to them (sometimes at considerable length) about the benefits of Linux, I've tried introducing them to more obscure (and delicious) music; I've tried explaining to them my views on February 14th. Needless to say, not one of these has succeeded. They're all either very closed-minded, or are too up themselves or scared to try new things. It sickens me. It really does.
Which is why I want to move to Melbourne.
(The other time I had to show my face in public was at cricket training. Thankfully I was only there about 40 minutes and didn't get much of the junk I usually hear on Feb 14.)