It’s fair to say I am not a big fan of the 14th of February. It’s not because I am a sour singleton who can’t catch a ball let alone a date (even though there is some truth in that), it’s more because of the sheer commercialisation of it all. You know what I mean; the numerous compilation CDs of soppy love songs that come out just in time for it, the scores of tacky valentine gifts that line the shelves, the countless adverts promoting special offers on flowers, chocolates, champagne and meals for two. Not to mention the constant themed items on TV shows and messages in newspapers from people professing their love for their *insert puke inducing nickname here*.
But what annoys me the most about it, is how it’s made out to be the one day of the year that you have to show you care for that person you like. If you love someone that much, you don’t need one day of the year to show it. Heck, you don’t even need to be prompted to do it on that day. You wouldn’t need flowers or chocolates in order to prove it to someone, even if it is a nice thing to do. Because if you care that much for someone, you would and should show them throughout the year that you do. And it shouldn’t matter if you give them gifts or not.