That’s right, I hate it. But not for the typical reasons that are always cited. No, my hatred stems from a far better story…
It’s Valentine’s Night. Or is it Valentine’s Day Night? I don’t know. The point is, the sun is down. I’m actually feeling rather lucky, seeing as the roommate’s codependent girlfriend is out of town for the occasion (Strange coincidence, but that’s a completely different story). I had escaped the highly probable V-day fucking. Nonetheless, I’m bored. Team SWAT on Halo 3 won’t suffice. So what do I do?
Study for that Economics Exam? Finish that Calculus worksheet? Work on some Chemistry homework? Clean my side of the room? Learn to use MATLAB? Nope. I decide that people watching at the local mall could be an amusing and anti-productive way to spice up this night. Surely there would be annoying couples to make fun of within the confines of my head.
But the mall is six miles away, and I do not have a vehicle. Fine. Public transport it is. I walk the 4 or so blocks to the nearest stop and wait. It’s cold. Not the windy kind that can be defeated with a good coat. It’s the dry and bitter kind. I could tell the environment was on my side for this lame excuse for a holiday. It agreed with me. Valentine’s day wasn’t warm and fuzzy. It was a cold facsimile of what it was purported to be.
Sorry. Too emo? Why look! It’s the bus. Flash the student ID. Hear the beep as the bus driver hits that mystical button that lets me on. Start walking. Nearly lose balance as the driver starts before I’ve seated. Good thing I’m not drunk. Well… that’s not entirely honest. I probably would have preferred being bombed and asleep to sober and awake. Anyway, keep listening to the homeless man ramble on about his theories of love and affection. What a joke.
I arrive at the stop outside of the mall. Five minutes later, I’m inside and walking the loop. Much to my confusion, there isn’t a couple in sight. I keep walking. This is a huge mall mind you, and the complete lack of couples is a strange juxtaposition of relief and frustration. There’s plenty of groups of teenagers though. Looks like I’m not the only one without a special someone. I finish the loop after a good seven songs on the iPod and leave. It’s cold, and I’m hungry.
I walk passed the bus stop that takes me back to the dorms in favor of eating first. Wendy’s is closest. Wendy’s wins. I order a number nine large, no sauce, dr pepper, for here. What a yummy meal it was. I walk back outside to the bus stop and wait.
And wait. And wait. After half an hour, a man comes by on a bike and asks what I’m waiting for, because it’s “holiday” and the buses have stopped running. So, I spent the next two hours walking in -7 Centigrade weather in nothing but a jacket and jeans. Great. Fucking great. By the time I got back, it was 0030. And I had to be up early to get to a brunch.
Fuck Valentine’s Day. Fuck my life.