Sunday February 14, 2010

"Random thoughts for Valentine's Day, 2004. Today is a holiday invented by greeting card companies to make people feel like crap." - Joel Barish; Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.

Definitely had to throw that quote up there, as it sums up my thoughts on Valentine's Day quite well. Not to say I feel like crap because I'm not with someone, or missing someone, or wishing I had someone, etc. Not the case. I feel like crap on Valentine's Day because it's such a bullshit concept that so many people buy into just because they have a significant other. It's one thing to celebrate it when you're young and naive and every relationship you're in is just based on cute little puppy love and romantic sentiments. As you get older, however, Valentine's Day should not be celebrated to the extent that it is. Fuck it, if you truly are in love with someone, everyday should be Valentine's Day. You should show them how much you care about them every fucking day of every week. And that doesn't mean just buying them shit. That means saying the words or some other variation of showing you truly care for them. Valentine's Day is just an excuse for people to pretend they love each other more than they really do, buy each other pointless gifts, and pretty much end the night with some hardcore fucking. Any and all of those things can be accomplished any other day of the fucking week. And that is my rant for Valentine's Day.

As far as my day goes, it's quite uneventful, as stated in the title of this collection. I wake up in the late morning when my Mom and Grandma come back to my condo to show me and Tool the new cat they got for Milea. The thing is pretty dope, very calm and affectionate. Ya know, the traits that are actually insanely rare to find in cats. We all sit around and bullshit for awhile while the new cat gets acquainted with my two cats. The visit isn't too graceful. Tons doesn't seem to mind the new cat, who they named Joey. Tons is just fat and doesn't really care about anything, just so long as you pay attention to him when he wants you to and pet him a lot. Chet, on the other hand, is just like that younger fucking brat sibling. He thinks the cat is intruding on his space and that he's no longer the baby, so he freaks out and tries to attack it. He's a little bastard. And I just told an entire paragraph's worth of a story about my cats. No wonder I'm alone on Valentine's Day, I'm turning into the crazy cat person. Fuck my life.

My Mom and everyone cruise just around 2:00 or so. I hang out around the house for a bit just watching TV until it's time to get ready for work. I jump in the shower and throw on my clothes and head out. I get to work at 4:00 and start to immediately close down the place. The store is dead throughout the entire night and literally not a single person comes in, which is fucking fine with me. The less I have to see of the general public on a given day, the better. I wrap everything up around the store and bomb out of there just about ten after. I cruise home, shooting a call over to Justin on the way to see if he's still down to chill later. He says he's eating dinner with Mary's family at her house and he will call when they leave. I get a call from Hart asking if I wanna chill and watch some TV for a bit. I tell him I'm down and continue on my journey home.

I get inside and Hart's already waiting at the door. We cruise in and chill on the couch flipping through channels. Nothing is really on, unfortunately, so we start checking out the movie channels. Mid-channel surf, I get a text from Justin saying he's gonna call it in early tonight. I curse him and get back to channel surfing. Hart and I settle on Rambo and peep out that movie for the rest of the night. He cruises right after the movie is done and I bomb into my room to do some work on the screenplay. I wind up getting caught up in an IM chat with Natalie, which totally takes me away from any work I could be doing. I then decide, right there and then, that this screenplay will be finished by the end of this week. I'm already 90 pages in and there is no excuse to not finish it. I tell Natalie that if it's not done by this time next Sunday, she gets to kick me repeatedly in the balls. She agrees, secretly hoping I won't finish, and I decide to turn it in and get some sleep. I do the nightly routine and then crash while watching Pan's Labyrinth on Blu-Ray.