I wasn’t sure whether to post something today or not. But then there are bound to be millions of Valentine’s Day posts launched into the blogosphere at this very moment, so I may as well write one myself. However, whilst many of them will be brimming with love and enough sugarness to give you diabetes, mine is not intended to praise the day, compliment the man in my life or share a cute photo.
I’m writing mine to moan about life not being fair and how I always miss out on Valentine’s Day. It’s not that my sweet husband doesn’t love me or anything like that. He does. I always wake up to a fresh coffee, a hand-made card and a nice kiss on this day.
The problem is that I have the misfortune of having been born on the 14th of February. That was bad planning on my mum’s part, but there isn’t much I can do about that now. And, to be honest, there wasn’t much fuss being made about today back then, so how could she have known?
People tell me that I’m lucky none of my friends and family will ever forget my birthday. That’s true, this morning my inbox was full of messages from my friends, the telephone hasn’t stopped ringing yet and I’ve received lots of cards and quite a few presents. I really appreciate all these, but that’s not the point.
The point is that the whole world have hijacked the day and are getting cards, presents and flowers on my birthday. My husband buys me a present and I buy him one back. My daughter is so confused that she always makes me two cards, one for each occasion. I go out just to hear other women boasting about the massive bunch of flowers and the fancy jewelery they have received from their other halves. The competition about who is the most loved is fierce on Valentine’s Day and love seems to be measured by how many roses there are in your bouquet and how expensive your present is.
I look on and think to myself that it is all stupid and very unfair. Today of all days, I feel like I should be getting more attention and definitely some sort of compensation for not being the only one celebrating. I’m sure all ‘Valentine babies’ out there would agree. I can’t imagine anything worst than being born on Valentine’s Day. Except, maybe, for being born at Christmas.
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone (else)!