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Wednesday, February 14, 2007

V is for Victory

Happy Valentine's Day, everybody. Ok, think of your favorite flower. There, that's your Valentine's present, I hope you like it. More specifically, if anyone out there thinks Valentine's Day is awesome, send me an email, and we can discuss topics like how an awesome holiday could trot right up and kick you in the nuts, and you might not know it. Checking inbox...ok, no new messages, I didn't think so.

It is essential that everyone understand the following: I'm not here to kill all the exciting buzz which surrounds this extraordinary holiday. Mainly, I couldn't find any extra buzz lying around. But it's certainly frustrating when I see so many recognize a holiday which has obviously run its course. Engaging in the Valentine ritual is like taking showers, or changing your underwear--no one really wants to do it, but people tell us we should, so that's that. Right? Who's with me on 5-day underwear, any takers? As for the women, most of them see the day as a new opportunity to watch the men in their life flail around for a day or two, and then flame out miserably. I'm not saying I've ever failed, because obviously that would make little to no sense. Yet I can see that for other men, the fear of failure might make for a stressful time, but not for me, like I said before.

You men out there can do what you want with Valentine's Day, but here's what I have planned, you might want to listen up: I'm dedicating Valentine's Day to myself. Talk about fail-safe. All that's really involved is shifting a few paradigms, and altering poorly-constructed world views which others (your wife or girlfriend) may have mistakenly had at one time. These world views are inconvenient as they relate to how much current enjoyment you are experiencing, and should be discarded post-haste. The details are unimportant. What's important is that you spend the entire day pondering dreamily the many gifts and treasures your significant other has yet to give you on this special day. Then, when your every fantasy has not been realized, be very silent until she asks you if anything is wrong. At this point, you say, "Oh, nothing. Let's just drop it."

Then, she will most likely drop you for acting like such a wuss, and she might have a point, but I'm not here to debate your girlfriend. Anyway, maybe you lose the love of your life as a result of following my advice. Who knows? Better yet, who cares? You will have made a stand against Valentine's Day, and I think you will always remember that. That memory, along with the flower from an earlier paragraph, is my gift...to the world. Thank You.

6 Comments:

At 5:21 PM, Blogger jay are said...

hear, hear!! great post. I addressed the issue as well. Also, you mention that V is for Victory. I posted a few V's for the day as well, namely--V is for Vendetta. A great clip. Check it out over there.

 
At 9:38 PM, Blogger Lisa said...

Thanks for the daisies, Erik! I imagined they were beautiful!

2 posts in just over 2 weeks - what is this world coming to!

 
At 11:09 AM, Blogger heatherfeather said...

no monkeys in the post about valentine's day? that's a little odd, don't you think?

 
At 1:22 PM, Blogger si said...

another post so soon? so unexpected! forget the virtual flowers -- this post is my valentine from you! :-)

 
At 4:56 PM, Blogger Sautners said...

Here is what I've learned about Valentine's Day, if you're ready: Women may tell you that they don't want anything for Valentine's Day. They'll tell you that Valentine's Day is a marketing ploy invented by Hallmark or Zales. Or that they just want you, or some claptrap. But the fact of the matter is, you better damn well get at the very least a bouquet of flowers, or you will rue the day.

Oh, I imagined myself up some tulips, by the way. Thanks.

Erik, you can find my little blog to the world at sautner.vox.com.

 
At 6:45 PM, Blogger si said...

mar 31 -- ah, this is more like it -- no posts for a month and half, and counting... ;-)

was at a conference with your former co-workers but alas, no mention of how great you were this time!

 

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