Wellā¦ After almost a week of sort-of combating Malaria/Typhoid (again), Iām BACK! Unfortunately, every single thing I had been hoping to write about last week has gone to the dogs. Canāt remember. Ah well. Just as well.
Itās Valentineās Day! You know I had to have a liāl ole rant about this.
Yeah, I thought I would be ultra unique and write about something totally unrelated, like global warming or the absolutely INSANE heat that has suddenly taken Lagos by storm (now THATās something we need). But noā¦ Iām gonna write something about Valās. Why? Well, I guess itās the obligation of my relationship status.
Listening to St Elsewhere ā Gnarls Barkleyā¦
Last year, I wrote a heated rant about the absolute pointlessness of Valentineās Day. My opinion hasnāt changed much. Itās really just this over-blown, sensationalized, money-making remix of what was actually a kinda cute concept. I had the misfortune of spending my convalescence stuck in Anthony Village, where there was no cable. Soā¦ I had to make do with the Silverbirds and G65s of the TV world. Every other minute, it was some silly Valentineās bash/parade/pageant/dinner/discount/sale/concert or the other. There was PINK and RED everywhere. At Silverbird Galleria, Darkman and I decided to venture to some horrific Valentineās stand and couldnāt understand what all the MUSH was for.
Yes, I SAID it! Itās all mush! Shoot me! Whatās with all the cards DRIPPING with sentiment? Do you know hard it is to locate a nice Valentineās card for a relationship that isnāt quite 3 full months and quite frankly, not declaring that you love the person with every flaming ember of your soul and will do so forever?
Slow downā¦!
Iād never been Valād (is that even a word?!). At least, not till this year anyway. The great thing about getting a (very) slow start to such a thing in your life is the absolute joy of making observations of othersā plights. In secondary school, things went from āOMG! Soso got a Valās gift! Thatās soooo cool!ā in our junior classes to āOMG! I canāt believe you didnāt get anything!ā in our senior years.
Ah yes, the joyful shallowness of secondary school relationships. Itās like everyone just started pairing up at a point, just to beat the graduation window. Anyway, I recall, was it SS2 or SS3, when all the girls that got gifts, were apparently so insanely tickled by their good fortune that they thought it would be (*starts silly white girl voice*), like, totally cool to like, put all the gifts together and like soo take pictures, just cos, you know, they could?
My eyes practically rolled to the back of my head when I saw it. Teddy bears and plastic roses and other red paraphernalia lined up in a creative arc on a bed, then the money shot: Each chick with her own stuff. God. Most of those relationships didnāt even make it past grad.
In university, things got more interesting. More cash to burn, bigger chicks to impress. I had a friend that almost lost her mind every Valās searching for the perfect gift. On that day, people used to piss me off with this line, āHappy Vals!ā. I usually replied that with the scowl or forced smile of my choice. Happy Vals? What, is it a public holiday? If itās so big and pivotal, no one should go to work. Then, and only then, will I indulge in that silly greeting.
What irritated me was the look many girls got or gave at the prospect of not receiving a gift: āAw, eeya, donāt worry, next year it will be your turnā or āI wish I was getting a giftāā¦ The look of complete, unadulterated ENVY dropping from their faces like sweat, when some girl entered the hall with some huge bag or whatever. If it was some ābig boyā from outside, even better. Heād park in whatever ostentatious car he could bring, right in front of the hall, and all of them would press their faces against the window, waiting, watching. One really funny year, a girl got a new car. Oh, God. Didnāt hear the end of that one. Kitty and I had a laugh there. We were like, āwell, with those keys, she has given out her right to refuse him pretty much anything. Including a marriage proposalā.
WTF? I totally donāt blame many guys that aim for singledom every February. Itās too much pressure. We girls are horribly materialistic creatures, and we EXPECT something. Iām sure they wake up every 14th, cursing St Valentine, wondering whose bright idea it was.
I donāt think it was a completely stupid idea, Vals, it is a ācelebration of loveā after all. For those that are genuinely citizens of the land of mush and luurve, todayās like their Independence Day/Christmas. Currently Iām facing the pressure. I donāt like thinking too hard about such things, but here I am. Iād rather do something interesting than get a gift. I told Viva. Iāve reached that point in my life where very few material things could blow me out of the water. At 21, I donāt know if thatās good or sad. But I wonāt say no to a new car. ļ Frankly, I think a giftās an easy way out (yes, Iām THAT hard to please). Gifts are for birthdays. Anyone could pop into a store and get a teddy bear (of which, donāt do it, just donāt, totally pointless things). But it takes thought and effort to plan a nice day/night out ā¦ or in.
Not so? That said, I strolled into the office this morning for t, my eyes assaulted by chicks in red, and guys in red ties (*shudders*), and my ears already harassed with about four āHappy Valentines!ā. I think, so far, I have hidden my repulsion well. Yeah, I know, Iām a killjoy. You can refer to me as the scrooge that stole Valentine’s. Vals is all good, but I donāt see the BIG deal in it. Iāve told Darkman more than once that my life would go on if we donāt see today, he probably thinks Iām off my rocker. But… itās your first Vals, he goes. And Iām like, yeah… I guess… whatever… you know. Letās not lose our heads.
All you lovers out there have fun though. And all you single boys and gals… itās all good. š
(*ha! betcha thought I would wish u a happy one, huh? *)