HE SAID…

According to legend, the original Valentine was a priest during the third century, in Rome. At that time, Emperor Claudius II decided that single men were better soldiers then those with wives and children. He therefore outlawed marriage for the young men who would become his future soldiers. Valentine saw how wrong this was, and continued to perform marriages defying the Emperor. When he was found out, the Emperor had him put to death. While in prison before his execution, he fell in love with the jailor’s daughter, who visited him often. Just before he died he wrote her a letter, signing it “From your Valentine.”

That’s what HistoryChannel.com said. From its noble origins, Valentine’s Day now is a wonderful Hallmark Holiday, one of my favorites as it consists of lonely desperate girls who are getting drunk and feeling sorry for themselves. For guys, it’s something akin to being a shark in bloody water.

Don’t let me get you down though if you are one of those “lucky” few in a relationship. I mean, looking around at all the affection, nurturing, and caring between couples here at Fairfield, it does make me jealous. Here at Fairfield, we are all deep, sensitive individuals who care about intimacy and want nothing more then a firm handshake or a brief hug.

But back to Valentines Day, I personally have never had a bad Valentine’s Day. Looking back, I tried to find the one stable, dependable thing that was always there for me, Beer. Problems? Sorrows? I find beer to be quite a panacea (dictionary.com word of the day, look it up, never stop learning). Granted, 30 or so years from now you could end up with liver failure, but hey, we’re all gonna die anyway right?

There are certain odd things to think about associated with Valentines Day when you think about it. What the hell is with Cupid? (A stupid fat midget with a bow and arrows shooting people so as to make them fall in love?) And remember those little heart candies with “Be Mine” and “All Yours” written on them? Yeah they sucked. All in all, Valentines Day seems to be just like everything else for me-confusing. I’ll go back to trying not to think about it to hard and drinking.