Valentine’s day is said to be the day of lovers; the one day when lovers are recognized for what they are. The day where lovers are rewarded for their amour, lasciviousness and companionship. Consequently, it is the only day out of the 365 1/4 that the true lover finds the most degrading to himself.
A lover is a lover all-year round, he is what he has decided to be, provided that being a lover is his project; if and only if it is his life’s goal and passion, otherwise he is not an authentic lover.
Valentine’s day, who’s point is to worship courtly love is not in direct relationship to the lover, and has nothing to do with him. Courtly love is not what the lover practices. It is the exact opposite. Courtly love for the lover is the death of love. The lover never closes the love hidden within his loins, he opens it and let’s it run free; for he knows that love is freedom.
This lack of correlation between courtly love and a lover’s love is what makes the lover find no desire in celebrating this day — 14th of February. It is a degradation to his name to say that Valentine’s day is a day for lovers. To utter the very word ‘lover’ is accept everything that comes with that word, or else one loses the meaning of the word completely; it becomes arbitrary and ambiguous.
In modern day English language, the word lover refers to anybody who is in a sexual relationship with somebody else; one can safely say that this particular person is a lover to someone. For example, Jessica is a lover, because her and John are enjoying nights of propagation-oriented sexuo-physical interplay. In this article, this word’s reference and description is shunned; it will preserve the old meaning of the word. A lover in this case is a person that is the medium between the force of love and reality — the bringer of love so to speak. He is a son and servant of Eros (refer to poem Lover’s sigh).
An authentic lover must rebel on Valentine’s day. For to not rebel is to accept the bourgeois version of the word lover. He knows that such a day is a mockery to love; it is a mockery to romance and passion. Everything that a lover does all year round, are supposed to be done by everyone only once a year; this, for a lover is a degradation.
Day in and day out one should somehow appreciate their counterpart, and they should appreciate them the most when they desire to depreciate them the most. It is in times of hardship that a lover shows his true face. What’s the point of Valentine’s day when all year round you’ve shown no consideration to anyone, especially the person whom you love?
A new Ethic is needed for Valentine’s day, either love all year and spend Valentine’s day celebrating that you loved all year; or do not love all year and to hell with Valentine’s day!
What are you celebrating? Where was the love two weeks before Valentine’s day? Where was the consideration? Where were the flowers and chocolates; the bullshit gifts and cards you bought at Claire’s or Tesco’s!?
You cannot claim to be a lover of any sort, if you only show love when the occasion demands it. How can you claim to be something and at the same time expect someone else or something else (such as a day) to tell you, or remind you, when to be it. Consider yourself a fool, and extend a hand as far out from you as you can, then make it collide with your face as fast as possible — perhaps this will wake you up.
No! Stop celebrating something that isn’t even there to celebrate; otherwise what are you celebrating? I’ll tell you; you’re celebrating a chance and a reason to be with someone. Your weak and hopeless self is eagerly anticipating this day in hope that someone, out of their loneliness, will notice you. I ask you, “Can someone who is looking for you just because they are lonely ever grow to love you?”. If not, then what are you celebrating; what are you hoping for during Valentine’s day? If you’re single, you’re hoping not to be single.
For those of you who are not single. You’re hoping to be courted and have some romance made present, by someone who hasn’t done shit for you in that department since the last 364 days (last Valentine’s day). Futile is the love you anticipate; it is only in appearance, and someone who only loves you once or twice a year, doesn’t love you at all. Love in appearance is the weakest form of love; it is worse so than hate. I’d rather be hated than have someone pretend to love me.
Those are the two categories, if you don’t fall in either, consider yourself lucky. In this modern day of ours, the odds are in favour of you being one of the two. Start changing this fact now, stop celebrating Valentine’s day until you have something to celebrate it about.
Be a lover, and live everyday like it is Valentine’s day, in celebration of love; because to celebrate something first you must be in possession of that which you are in celebration of, otherwise what are you celebrating? Then come 14th of February take a holiday from loving too much, and celebrate for all the love you showed for the last 364 days. If you can’t do this, and can’t live like a lover, then you don’t deserve to celebrate love. Either, every day is Valentine’s day, or no day at all.
incognitio
