But now that that Kenyan run-on sentence of whatthefuckever is over, let's begin.
TODAY IS VALENTINE'S DAY! AKA that day that everyone freaking dreads and don't lie to me because you know it's true. If you're in a relationship, most of you had ridiculously high expectations when you woke up this morning and did your make-up, hair, and whatthefuckever else it is that "normal girls" do to "get ready" for the day. Your poor significant other is sweating bullets, hoping that he picked out the "right" gift/restaurant/chocolate/WTFever else it is that you think you need to be happy today. If you're not in a relationship, you are being berated and bullied by the insensitive fuckers that "have someone" and subsequently make you feel like shit because they're macking in the middle of the hallway while you're trying to rush from one class to the next and they seem to have gotten the idea that attempting procreation in the middle of a hallway is a good idea. Whatever to all of you, I honestly don't care either way. Suck it up, it's just another day of the damned week, same as any other day.
For me, Valentine's Day has never really had a great connotation to it. Much of my "developmental years" were spent wondering why everyone cared so much about giving out teddy bears and chocolate and flowers to people that they were screwing over verbally, emotionally, and every other -ly you can come up with. Three years ago, today got even worse. Quick summary: I go to NIU. Google "NIU" and "Valentine's Day," hit Enter, and read the Wikipedia link that comes up. So there you go.
ONTO "HAPPIER" TOPICS.
People like shiny stuff, yes?
Okay, look at this:
What the hell is that monstrosity?
Let me backtrack a bit and explain a few things.
I'm a senior in college and a lot of my friends/People I Know have gotten engaged in the past year or two. Fine and dandy for them, I'm happy, congratulate them, and then I see the ring. These things are normally dripping in diamonds to the point where I wonder just how many internal organs the guy had to sell to afford that thing and how long before the girl's finger snaps off due to the weight. I cannot. Wrap. My brain. Around it.
But these days, everywhere I turn, I see these kinds of rings. I'm literally sitting here whiskey-tango-foxtrotting about it because I don't understand this incessant need to buy a gaudy ring that will get stolen the moment your fiance decides she's going to take a quick nap in the student centre, screwing you out of that inane amount of zeros you just wrote a check for.
What really gets me though is that the poor guys seem to believe that they are required to buy their girl a ring like this in order to get a "Yes" and the girls believe that without that kind of ring, they shouldn't marry the guy! Who...what...HUH?! What the hell? Who came up with that idea? Why can't the fact that someone is actually willing to get down on one knee in the mud/dirt/melted snow/nasty floor/etc. and tell you flat out that they are willing to put up with your stupid bullshit for the "Rest of Their Lives" be enough?
Honestly. People these days drive me crazy and it's a wonder I haven't smashed my head against my desk hard enough to cause significant damage to my occipital lobe.
