Last Valentine's day I wrote this:
As another vice dance and valentine's day approach (one in a few hours i believe), I wonder why these days have never held much importance for me, the former none at all and the latter as only an expression of love for friends and family. And then my wondering comes to the not-so startling conclusion that the two events are very romantically (small "r," notice) orientated, and logically for romance to occur one of two things must happen: the two parties must be physically attracted to each other (at this stage in the game of life, most people, unfortunately, seem to be on this juvenile level that simply promotes more development of the exterior than the truly magnificent masterworks of God, the mind and soul), or the two parties find they have so much in common, it might be fun to give romantic love a try in favor of a good friendship. So I seem to have two options: become handsome overnight (highly improbable), or potentially ruin good friendships in the process of attempting to advance to the stage of romantic love. Or the third, hidden option is to take all of this frustration and mold it into something incredibly useful like expending my literary talent on scholarship essays, rather than publicly dwelling on a private problem. But, then, that just seems too productive, and out of character for Alex on a weekend..
I don't know if I feel the same way still. Last year, it seemed so much more important. I am not the type of person people want to date; I've resigned myself to that fact. Sure I can be amusing, from time to time, but I'm no comedian. Sure I am fairly strong, but you couldn't tell just by lookin'. Sure I can keep up my end of the conversation, but I'm am not suave.
I am reliable and devoted. Not qualities people look for in a date. Those are qualities people look for in a brother.
Of course, I'm not sure people are out there that I would want to date. I have a feeling I am not the type of guy who would enjoy dates; just getting to know someone, just so I could know someone. I think chemistry (not the class) would have to be involved, and not too many people are out there with whom I feel I have that sort of connection.
This is not nearly as eloquent as my post last year, but is probably a more honest expression of what I feel right now vs. the commentary on society that was the previous post.
Happy Valentine's Day folks, and I truly am happy for all of you who have found someone with whom you can share that kind of connection. I'm not bitter, just over-contemplative.