I was reading the fan and detractor blog posts about infamous Valentine’s Day. It strikes me that being against it still acknowledges it. I suppose if one wanted to abolish it, that would be reason for protest. (Maybe they regret the killing of all those roses!)
I’m inclined to let the romantics have their harmless fun. No skin off my nose. Oktoberfest for lovers (with chocolate rather than beer—a nearly acceptable tradeoff)!
There are those who say it’s silly to have this one day a year where we observe and honor love (and murder roses). We should observe Valentine’s day all the time.
I’ve decided to take to heart that idea.
The thing is, last Christmas I took to heart the idea that we should observe (or preferably “keep”) Christmas every day. I thought that was a good idea, so I’ve been doing that. I am spending a lot of money on presents and pine trees these days, and now I’ll have to budget for chocolate and roses!
I think it’ll work out. I’m getting the hang of getting up every morning to get a turkey started so I can observe Thanksgiving every day. Easter is coming up, and that might be another one to start observing every day. I really do like jelly beans (and stale Peeps).
I should probably add Memorial Day and Labor Day. The latter mostly involves wearing white pants, so that should be easy. Memorial Day is already kind of included in my celebrating July 4th every day. The neighbors don’t mind the flags, but I have gotten a few complaints about the daily fireworks. They never were happy with the combined Nativity/Halloween scene.
And of course, Mother’s Day, Father’s day and Secretary’s Day really should be observed all the time. Is there a Food Waitron’s Day! (If not, there oughta be!) Maybe we just need a Under-Appreciated, Under-Paid, Desperately-Important Person’s Day.
This is all starting to add up to a lot of days! And while—being hugely flawed—I don’t pull this off nearly as well, or often, as I ought, my candidate holiday that should be celebrated every day is Try Not To Be A Dick Day.
I’ve always believed one measure of the character of a person is in how they treat those that don’t matter to them. Of course we treat those that do matter to us well (that is, most of us manage to pull that off). It’s those completely outside our circle that really test our character.
Neil (Cillian Murphy) has a less than ideal relationship with his girlfriend, Denise (Heather Burns). As a test of her fundamental character, one day he pays a waiter to “accidentally” spill water on her while she sits waiting for him. Denise completely overreacts, and Neil immediately breaks up with her.
And while playing practical jokes with spilled water is one discussion, there is another discussion about how we treat those waiters and service people we encounter daily, but may only meet once. I have never understood how some people seem to think there is a sort of emotional open season for such people.
I have been on dates where I’ve been appalled at how my date has spoken to a waiter. It also seems very, very foolish. I imagine people who do that eat an awful lot of waiter spit (or worse). [They’ve apparently never seen the movie, Waiting!]
Is it, in part, due to the interweb age? Have we become so used to being anonymous assholes online that it spills over into our daily lives? Is it all those snappy insults we hear constantly on TV (and have for decades)? Has our entertainment trained us to act like dicks? I suspect both of those things play a role. I’m long past believing that what we watch, and the video games we play, don’t matter.
Bottom line, here, why show the world you’re a character with no character? Your true self is revealed in the interactions you think of as not mattering. This is where the concept of “best behavior” kicks in.
Why be the one everyone else is looking at thinking, “Gee, what a dick!”
(And point of order: “Dick” here is shorthand for “asshole,” so ladies, you are not off the hook on this one. (See above point about some women I’ve dated… Once.))
((Bonus points if you can name the movie that last bit references.))