Valentine's Day, Fuck You In Advanced!

We don't give a flying monkey's purple asshole of a shit about Valentine's Day here at Real Niggas Inc. We tried. We really did. And we know that we're 28 days away from viewing your sorry ass corpse of a holiday, but oh fucking well.

Excuse my language.

I'm not "anti-holidays" as much as I used to be. To tell you the truth, I thought it'd have been nice to open a present or two during Christmas. A paycheck paying rent for the next couple of months would've done me just fine. But instead of receiving gifts on an imaginary wish list that I had created for myself, at the time, I received exactly what Santa thought I deserved. Nothing. Not a damn thing. Who's complaining, eh?

Honestly, I really could care less about holidays or American traditions. I don't consider Valentine's Day a holiday. Usually holidays have some sort of significance attached to it. Like a famous person who did some incredibly famous shit during a critical time in world history, then they're martyred and made into some holiday. Valentine's Day doesn't seem to fit the criteria of an actually holiday. You know VD ain't shit because it's thrown right into the middle of the shortest fucking month throughout the year. How special does that make you?

And again. I'm not hating on the holiday. I just don't see the big deal. Never have and never will. I could understand if at one point during human history, a midget named Cupid, from Fuck Face, Norway, was going around shooting motherfuckers with a bow and arrow and sprinkling their worthless blood all over the caves of good ol' Scandinavia in the name of love.

Shit. That just sounds like a cool fucking story, wouldn't you say?

Apparently, that's not the case. At all. Chances are, Cupid's naked ass was probably getting gang raped by Pope Pipus Longdicks IV and his homeboys during a turkey dinner in the basement of The Vatican. In return, they gave him a few crappy gifts and some wet wipes to stop the bleeding, told him they loved him, gave him a pat on the ass knowing how much pain he'd be in, and laughed about it. Sounds like Christmas, but we all know that that particular holiday is about the birth of Jesus Christ...supposedly.

(That's another blog post in the future.)

As I've stated before, I have absolutely nothing against the holiday. In retrospect, I actually think V-Day deserves a lot of attention. It's such a beautiful thing to see men, women and children express love as opposed to fighting over dumb shit like "gun control". Why do you need an AK-47 to hunt deer? That's another blog post, so I respectfully digress. And it's even more beautiful to see such lovely faces in restaurants as they argue and bicker over how many tables are actually free so they can sit and enjoy a nice meal while checking out the decorations. Or even when women scream and bless out their significant other for not buying them something really expensive while in the process of preparing themselves mentally for an obvious response of, "Well, it's the thought that counts!" Here's a good one. How about all of the lonely fucks, like myself, who'll be sitting at home watching college basketball and checking the mentions section of Twitter every 3 to 5 seconds hoping someone will post a Happy Valentine's Day message for that particular day.

Holidays in their purest forms. You've gotta love it.

Valentine's Day has absolutely nothing to do with love. Must I be so frank? Sure, why not? It's true. If only one day out of the year is designated for the "celebration of love", why would that day be February 14th? Why not any other day? Or everyday? I could go on and on about the history, but Google doesn't provide much assistance, and there aren't enough books to validate a particular day that's chosen for the celebration of love.

Question: Wouldn't the world be a better place if love was celebrated everyday?

In conclusion, I'm not a big fan of V-Day, but if you choose to celebrate that particular day as a holiday, then that's up to you. You're an individual. You have rights. And the greatest power is the power to choose. So, your choice. Don't let anything said in this blog post hinder you from doing whatever it is that you feel is right. But at the same time, don't be so blind. And celebrate love every single day.

But fuck you, in advanced.