People call it Valentine's Day, I call it Thursday
Despite its character nowadays is highly commercial, Valentine’s Day has very ancient origins. There are several theories; some speak about the ancient Rome where they worshiped Eros, the god of love, who the Romans called Cupid. Others say it is to remind the Christian saint, St. Valentine, sacrificed by the Roman Emperor Claudius II, for being married when it was prohibited.
Wherever it comes from, I see more worrying in where it goes. For these things of globalization and looking for hooks so trade can throw its baits beyond conventional dates.
Since the start of February there is not possible escape; you will find lines in the stores, you will have the ‘obligation’ of buying something, and stores will be full of bears, hearts and other corny things. Without doubt the consumerism is prevailing today all over the world and we have no choice but to endure the circus that is given in the “the day of lovers.”
Sincerely, is not that I feel antipathy for that roly-poly baby with wings. How I wouldn’t like a little blond angel? Nor do I have such serious psychological problems to be against the lovers. What else we would like more than to have to live under a constant drunkenness of falling in love? I don't either think that gifts are spare. There is no experience that excites me more than breaking a wrapping paper!
But it is much more rewarding to give an encouraging word, a daily ‘I love you,’ a caress, or just be present in the important moments of our loved ones. That is what should happen all year round, not in a day reserved for Cupid to shoot arrows.
Undoubtedly the Valentine’s Day has become a cloying and mercantilist day.
There are many who take advantage and even more who succumb to this party and don’t resist to the commercial temptation. Flowers, pre-written cards, perfect dates, deals for special dinners, a getaway to a paradise destination, jewelry… All a declaration of love! A declaration marked by the shop windows and the advertising.
Overall, "Valentine’s Day" becomes an overdose in vain of romanticism. I am not against the romanticism; it is a precious and scarce thing but sometimes is overrated.
I suggest that if you are in love, or something, none should decide when your day is.