Yeah, sure, we're all grown up now or at least trying to
be. Valentine's Day switches its focus
from what it was when we were kids to what it is for us as adults: flowers,
giant stuffed teddy bears, potential mating rituals, White Castle, what have
you. All of these things come with their
own anxieties, but none of them quite match up to the potential for total
disaster offered by Valentine's Day in Elementary School. You know what I'm talking about: that part of
the day where you went around and left Valentines for your classmates. They look so innocent now:
But back then they were small, paper agents of
judgment. Were you going to be the
popular girl or the pint-sized Casanova with a stack of status affirmations
higher than your nose, or were you going to be the romantic equivalent of
Charlie Brown and his rock on Halloween, left with one Valentine from the
teacher and nothing else? Oh, the
tension! Oh, the humanity! Oh, the mountains made out of molehills!
Looking back on it now, it almost seems like an analog,
pre-pubescent version of Facebook: I got
fifteen Valentines grows up to be I
have forty-two Facebook Friends. The
real-world worth of both is equally variable: Valentines came from your friends
as well as that goofy kid in the front row who just had to give one to
everybody, and your Facebook friends range from folks you've known for years to
the stupid DJ on the local radio station who was giving out tickets to that
concert you wanted to see but not actually pay for. I'm
popular - and I've got the stats to prove it!
As for me, I'm right in the middle of the pack, then as
now. I didn't get all the Valentines,
but I got the good ones. I don't have
the most Facebook friends in the world, but I dig all the ones I have. Quality over quantity represent!
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