Another Valentine’s Day come and went.
I ask you, what is the point? I mean, my girlfriend knows I care about her so why do I have to stuff her mouth full of chocolate or cover her in flowers or buy her a fragrance that makes her smell like Brittany Spears? (And I’m not convinced that is a good thing.)
Listen, if it sounds like this post is being written by a man who may have flubbed up the special day of love with his sweetheart … well, you’re right. Valentine’s is not exactly my favorite day of the year. In fact, I’m not quite sure which day of the year is my favorite or even if I have a favorite.
Let’s examine, shall we?
Easter - Now there’s a scary sight. A bunny that hops from house to house bringing baskets of candy. Eh, the kids seem to love it. (It is good chocolate though.)
Mother’s Day / Father’s Day - I see my parents a few times a month, talk to them on the phone a few more, and ….. Okay, I kind of like those days, but from what I can gather on my site at Goodreads.com …. there may be some people who take issue with these days. It would seem not every parent should have been a parent. All told, I guess there is nothing wrong in taking a day out of your life to honor those from which you came, provided of course, you have good relations with your parents. And I do.
Labor Day - You know, when I was a kid, I thought this day was reserved for pregnant women. Boy was I wrong! From what I can gather, it appears to be a day to celebrate the fact that Americans like to picnic and get drunk, or otherwise just take a day off from work with pay.
4th Of July - Here is a good one. The declaration of independence was not signed on the 4th, but rather, the 5th of August. (My birthday) It was voted on in the month of July however, that vote took place on the 2nd of July. The vote was announced publicly on the fourth in a local newspaper. (Two days later) Of course, it was to celebrate our freedom from the British. Looking at the number of laws each year being added to the books, how we can claim to be a country of freedom is beyond me. Why, do you know that just since my birth alone, there are at least 35 freedoms that have been taken away from Americans? (True story) To think that on the day I was born, there were 35 things Americans could do that they are no longer allowed to do in America. Un-freaking-believable!
Moving on ….
Memorial Day - I like this one. This actually has some merit. Thanks to all who served their country. I salute you.
Halloween - I like this one too. Most of the girls where I live dress up rather provocatively on this day. And I like that! Still, another “candy” driven holiday. What’s up with that?
Thanksgiving - The day we celebrate how us white folks slaughtered the Natives. I know, that’s not what “we say”, but … it is what we did. But I like this one as well, my Dallas Cowboys play football on this day so that in itself makes it important to me.
Christmas - This one is for the kids in my opinion. Sure, it was meant to celebrate the birth of Christ then exploded into a consumer machine. When you think about it, every holiday is a consumer driven market to some degree. It kind of makes you wonder, doesn’t it?
Then of course there is New Years Eve, the REAL Christmas for adults. (And New Years Day) Where once again, like with so many others, we get to take another day off from work. Well, many do anyway. Those who have jobs, that is.
The more I think about it, the more I am convinced that holidays were created just so we can take extra days off of work and to stuff ourselves and drink and go shopping. In fact, I am quite sure that holidays were designed to get the economy going or to keep it going.
That being said …..
I would like to think my favorite day is my birthday, but it’s just another reminder that I am one year closer to my mortality.
My favorite day of the year? …. It could be a toss up between my parents birthday and the maybe the night they decided to jump in the back seat at the drive-in movie and make a baby ME! LOL Obviously, if they weren’t born, nor would I most likely be here. And obviously, if they didn’t decide to jump in the back seat that night …. well … nuff said.
Then again, the birth of my little sister was one of my happiest days in my life. That and the birth of her son, my little buddy. Those were good days too. And it’s those days that I like to think have become my “holidays” …. Yeah, that works for me.
Meanwhile, I still suck on Valentine’s Day.