The Nonsensical Journal

Well it’s that time of the year again… February… a month marred with the abomination that is Valentines Day… It’s not really the day itself as much as it is the people and how they behave on this day, which is also what irks me during Christmas, Thanksgivingand all other miscellaneous pious and non-pious celebrations…

At least it's real...

The majority of the population decide to indulge in behavior that is unique to these celebrations only, when in reality we really should be behaving this way… well… all the fucking time…

Family lovingly getting together for Christmas and Thanksgiving, couples expressing their love on Valentines… naturally if this is an affair or a mistress then the celebration would be on the 13^th or 15^th, but the concept remains the same.

I personally don’t subscribe to the Hallmark Cult tradition of Valentines, mostly because I am pretty certain that St. Valentine would not appreciate what we are doing while he roams around as a headless soul… I don’t know why, but Ichabod Crane pops to mind…

Well I know why, but I just find it an odd association… or maybe its not so odd…

Appropriately this year Valentines falls on a Tuesday, and I loathe Tuesdays… Seeing that the workweek starts on a Sunday here, Tuesday represents the middle finger of the workweek… Go ahead count them out; by the time you reach your middle finger, you’re on Tuesday, two days in, two days to go… Basically the week flipping you the bird…

Naturally my hatred towards today runs on extra fuel…

There will be no going out or seeing the general public, as I am in no mood to see the cafes and malls adorned in those vomit inducing decorations of hearts and other love related shapes, and the pedophiles dream, cupid… Valentines has everyone in mind, even the Pedophiles…

Not to mention how neatly everyone walks around in denial disregarding the fact that the little heart shape, is in fact, the shape of a woman’s ass… I remember finding this neat little fact out, although I forget whom the derriere obsessed pervert is who came up with this… Also, I can’t be assed to Google it (Puns are intended or not intended depending on whether you find them funny or not… It’s called selective writing/reading, I came up with it)

(Also, I’m not sure if there is such a thing as “Selective writing/reading” but if there is, and it happens to mean the nonsense I am trying to convey, then it was completely coincidental and I’m not paying anyone any royalty)

Ever since then I get turned on a little every time I see those little hearts…

So that’s all Valentines really is, we can replace the clichéd phrase of “Will you be my Valentines?” with the more appropriate “Will you be my piece of ass?” That’s really all it is, the whole charade, the act, the forced emotions for this one day, is all about getting laid at the end…

Well I will go on about my day just like I do on “New” Years, Christmas, Thanksgiving, Eid, etc. etc.… being the same person I happen to be every single day of the year, I certainly wont put up an act just because today everyone decided to wake up in a loving mood… I still hate most of you fuckers…

Well, except the ones reading… Oh who am I kidding? It’s Valentines, I hate you all too…

I don’t need to participate in the mass culture of occasional denial that places events in days of the years to elevate the reality of how pathetic and miserable our lives are, no, in fact, I have a very good denial system that functions on a daily basis and manages to mask reality very well… its called “Substance Abuse” and you should give it a shot some time, it certainly beats wasting money on Hallmark Cards…

Have a Happy “Id-Rather-Get-Stabbed-In-The-Face-Than-Say-It” Day!