by Megan McCafferty.
Here are some categories of people, and what they do on this [non]special day:
- Those who hate it philosophically.
They are the same people who refuse to celebrate New Year because it’s “just another night.”
- It’s just a day like any other. It’s not special. Why should I show more love today than I usually do?
- If today is more than yesterday, I’ll regret it tomorrow when everything gets back to normal.
- Those who hate it personally.
as in sour grapes.
- “Everybody hates me.”
- VD stands not only for Valentine’s Day but also for Venereal Disease.
- “Relax, it will only get worse.”
- “Why do I miss someone I never met?” (Nightwish — Cadence of Her Last Breath)
- System Of A Down — Lonely Day
- Try to immerse themselves in any activity just to take their minds off their loneliness.
- Breathe over cold glass to fog it and then draw a heart shape.
- Stare at the 56% full moon.
- Big fake smile.
- “Of course I love this day.”
- “Yeah but will you love me as much tomorrow?”
- Those who enjoy it consciously.
I.e. taking into account all that the philosophical haters know.
- “OK, so this is a day just like any other. But since everyone else is having fun, why shouldn’t I?”
- “Tomorrow doesn’t have to be less than today.”
- Those who enjoy it in blissful ignorance.
- “Philosophy? Cut the crap.”
- “I love you today more than any other day.”
- Brag to others about their superior status.
- “OMG!! presents!!1!”
I’ll keep adding to this list as I figure out more stuff ;)
Like this one.
- Don’t try to draw parallels between yourself and the characters. Ideally, don’t think about your own life at all.
- Laugh. Out loud. At every opportunity.
- Count the clichés. Plus the older ones. “Same difference.”
- Notice the exaggerations and the stereotypes.
- Don’t you like it when the characters are talking to themselves?
should burn in hell if you ask me. At least as long as there are enough people they can so easily convince.
I am annoyed at those who find it worthwhile to force their beliefs upon me. Especially when the source of these beliefs is so questionable. Why is it easier to believe some twisted pseudo-documentary than it is to believe, for instance, NASA? Or is everybody doing it simply because it’s en vogue to think/talk/dress/be different? In a world where everybody is trying so hard to be different, being different doesn’t make any difference anymore (polyptoton intended.)
Yes, I believe Americans have landed on the moon. No, I don’t believe there is a reptilian race ruling the Earth. No, I don’t believe the September 11th attacks were an inside job. And no, I don’t believe the Harry Potter books contain subliminal messages turning children into evil wizards.
There’s a reason it’s called conspiracy theory.
Yes, I believe people aren’t evil by definition, and yes, I still wince when called naive.