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Forget Valentine...

I am totally ambivalent about Valentine's Day, as a single person. I love seeing couples celebrate, but I do roll my eyes a bit at the multi-million dollar industry...I'm never cool with capitalism. Do I hope to find love on Valentine's Day? Just as much as I hope to find it every other day. I don't feel especially alone or lonely or sad. I almost forgot that today was even a special day.

But apparently, St. Valentine isn't who I should be all excited about anyway. He's for those of you who already have your soulmate. For me & my available friends, Raphael is the saint of choice. So says BBC and the Catholic Church. He's the patron saint of happy encounters, and he helped Tobiah get hitched to Sarah, who had had seven previous bridegrooms perish on the eve of their nuptials. Talk about unfortunate! But thanks to Raphael, she finally found true love (or at least tied the knot with someone).

So, for all of us single people, the day that we should be celebrating, the day we should do our speed-dating, wear our cutest clothes and hope just a little bit harder that we'll meet that special someone is not today. We have to wait until October 24th.

Just enough time to decide what to wear!


Mindy said…
yes that is the point! I am always judged for being anti-valentine's day...but I think it makes more sense as something for singles...or to find that special someone not to celebrate being a get to live with the joy of that everyday. Why need a special day, you already have each other? Plus I also think it's all become commercialism and to that I say, "damn the man!"
PS: wish you were here.
Lydia said…
hahah i liked this post.
shellieos said…
st. raphael it is!!! hello october 24th

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