An Introspective Reflection On Valentine’s Day

Image obtained from


An Introspective Reflection On Valentine’s Day


By: Tanis Mack


Every year I see so much hype surrounding Valentine’s Day. It’s hard to avoid; supermarkets start selling candy and cards from the day after Christmas on, or at least it seems like they do. Televisions and buildings are flooded with red and pink. It must be a great time of year for florists, but it’s not really a big deal to me. I woke up late yesterday, went to class, went to work, then went to sleep, same as any other day.


I’ve never been a fan of Valentine’s Day. I’ve always viewed it as a kind of spectacle; even back in elementary school, I had a responsibility to spend my parents’ money on candy and cards to hand out to the entire class. Now, as we get older, that responsibility has shifted. Gone are the generic cards, replaced with flowers or other, more extravagant gifts. I listen to the radio, and I hear an ad from a jewelry store telling of their excellent deals, just in time for Valentine’s Day.


The intent, or course, is that it’s meant to be romantic. Buy them flowers and chocolate, take them to a nice dinner, get them a damn diamond necklace while you’re at it. At the very least, get them a card. That’s all anyone has to say: buy things. You can buy somebody a box of chocolates any time. It’s not somehow more special because the box is red. There’s no romance in buying a heart-shaped pizza and making out, which, judging from the amount of heart-shaped pizzas people ordered at my job yesterday, is what many people had in mind.


Over time Valentine’s Day has become increasingly materialistic. I can’t remember a time in my life where people didn’t spend money on it. Unfortunately for people like me, that idea has bled into relationships as a whole. I realize that not everybody is of that mindset. I know people that aren’t, but the percentage is great enough that it has become a serious issue. I can’t go two days without hearing one of my classmates either bragging to their friends about the gift their significant other got them, or gossiping about how bad a partner they are because the gift wasn’t good enough, if there was a gift at all.


That’s not what a relationship is meant to be. The quality of a relationship isn’t measured in dollar amounts, but in emotion. Loving someone isn’t a greeting card. It’s not a dozen roses. It’s not reflective mineral on a circular piece of metal. It’s not even three words. It’s walking through a store and smiling a little bit because you see something that they like. It’s when you accomplish some huge goal and have them be the first person you think of telling. It’s the moment you realize that they could read the obituaries in a newspaper, and you’d still enjoy it because the very sound of their voice makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside. It’s when you can sit together, not saying a word, and you still feel amazing, just because you’re with them. You can’t put a price tag on that.

Comments are closed.