Dillinger
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This was in USA Today.... written by Craig Wilson - I thought it was nice and figured I'd share it...
If you've never received a valentine, this one's
for you
By Craig Wilson
I have a friend who confessed to me the other day that she's never received a
valentine. Not from her mother or grandmother, boyfriend or any of her
brothers. She says the dozen or so she got from classmates in third grade
don't count.
She said her family wasn't ''into'' Valentine's Day, and the boyfriends she's
had over the years evidently weren't, either. As for them, she now realizes
their lack of interest in the day probably had more to do with money than
anything else. These days, her theory is it's better to be alone than with a jerk,
even on Valentine's Day. Wise woman.
Not surprisingly, tomorrow is not her favorite holiday. She's even been known
to take the day off so she doesn't have to witness the V-Day parade of roses
passing her desk.
She tries to rationalize it all by saying it's ''just a greeting-card holiday,'' but
she knows better. Instead of a day that makes her feel all warm and fuzzy, it's
a day that makes her feel, well, crummy.
She is not alone, of course. There are millions of good people who go their
whole life without getting a valentine. The flowers, the cards, the candy are
always for someone else.
I'm sure this left-out feeling must be a bit like being Jewish on Christmas Day,
but at least they make the best of it and go out for Chinese. What's a lonely
heart to do on Valentine's Day? Certainly not Chinese, or any other public
outing for that matter. You hunker down in front of the TV with your single
serving of Stouffer's lasagna, hoping the day will pass more quickly than it
does.
So this is a valentine for all of you who think no one loves you.
OK, so I didn't send flowers or a card. It's the thought, remember? Besides, I
hardly know you.
Here's a valentine for all of us who were always chosen last in seventh-grade
gym class. We know now the choosers were losers.
A valentine for those of you who were never asked to the senior prom,
although you headed up the decorating committee. You did a great job. The
Kleenex carnations were never more beautiful.
Here's a valentine for the brainy fifth-grader with a mouth full of braces and a
head full of facts who thinks she'll never be noticed by the boy next door. You
will be. Sooner than you think.
For the young gay boy in rural America who thinks he's all alone in this world,
a valentine. You aren't. Hang in there.
And a valentine for those who lost their loved ones in the World Trade Center
and Pentagon attacks. There will be roses again. Laughter, too.
For the homeless woman who lives under the bridge near my house, the one
who counts the change in her plastic bag over and over again, a valentine.
You have a beautiful smile.
To my elderly neighbor who walks to the 7-Eleven at dawn every morning for
coffee and the paper, a valentine. Your late wife would be happy to know
you're out and about.
And a special valentine goes out to all of you who will go home tomorrow
night and search through the junk mail for that pink envelope from a long-lost
love. It's out there. It's just that sometimes the mail can be very slow.
If you've never received a valentine, this one's
for you
By Craig Wilson
I have a friend who confessed to me the other day that she's never received a
valentine. Not from her mother or grandmother, boyfriend or any of her
brothers. She says the dozen or so she got from classmates in third grade
don't count.
She said her family wasn't ''into'' Valentine's Day, and the boyfriends she's
had over the years evidently weren't, either. As for them, she now realizes
their lack of interest in the day probably had more to do with money than
anything else. These days, her theory is it's better to be alone than with a jerk,
even on Valentine's Day. Wise woman.
Not surprisingly, tomorrow is not her favorite holiday. She's even been known
to take the day off so she doesn't have to witness the V-Day parade of roses
passing her desk.
She tries to rationalize it all by saying it's ''just a greeting-card holiday,'' but
she knows better. Instead of a day that makes her feel all warm and fuzzy, it's
a day that makes her feel, well, crummy.
She is not alone, of course. There are millions of good people who go their
whole life without getting a valentine. The flowers, the cards, the candy are
always for someone else.
I'm sure this left-out feeling must be a bit like being Jewish on Christmas Day,
but at least they make the best of it and go out for Chinese. What's a lonely
heart to do on Valentine's Day? Certainly not Chinese, or any other public
outing for that matter. You hunker down in front of the TV with your single
serving of Stouffer's lasagna, hoping the day will pass more quickly than it
does.
So this is a valentine for all of you who think no one loves you.
OK, so I didn't send flowers or a card. It's the thought, remember? Besides, I
hardly know you.
Here's a valentine for all of us who were always chosen last in seventh-grade
gym class. We know now the choosers were losers.
A valentine for those of you who were never asked to the senior prom,
although you headed up the decorating committee. You did a great job. The
Kleenex carnations were never more beautiful.
Here's a valentine for the brainy fifth-grader with a mouth full of braces and a
head full of facts who thinks she'll never be noticed by the boy next door. You
will be. Sooner than you think.
For the young gay boy in rural America who thinks he's all alone in this world,
a valentine. You aren't. Hang in there.
And a valentine for those who lost their loved ones in the World Trade Center
and Pentagon attacks. There will be roses again. Laughter, too.
For the homeless woman who lives under the bridge near my house, the one
who counts the change in her plastic bag over and over again, a valentine.
You have a beautiful smile.
To my elderly neighbor who walks to the 7-Eleven at dawn every morning for
coffee and the paper, a valentine. Your late wife would be happy to know
you're out and about.
And a special valentine goes out to all of you who will go home tomorrow
night and search through the junk mail for that pink envelope from a long-lost
love. It's out there. It's just that sometimes the mail can be very slow.
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