Today marks the age-old tradition of Valentine’s Day, popularized in the Middle Ages and capitalized on by Hallmark in the 80s, 90s, and today. With a little Wikipedia research, you will discover that the first North American Valentine was printed by a woman from Worcester, Massachusetts. Incidentally, the same town is also famous for its invention of the birth control pill. Big ups to all my peeps in Worcester for covering their bases.
I wanted to share with you an excerpt from one of my favorite comedians, Mike Birbiglia, and his thoughts on Valentines Day. Oh, & if you have a minute, I’d highly recommend listening to the sampling of his stand-up that plays on his home page. Very funny guy.
Anyway, Mike writes:
“It’s a nice holiday for me this year because I’m in love and it’s reciprocated. For much of my life, it wasn’t. I’d be like, “I love you,” and the girl would be like, “Whoa!” When I was in high school, I fell for this girl so I was blind to the fact that we had nothing in common. I was a virgin and she was a whore. And I would go to any length of compromise so she wouldn’t break up with me. At one point, she told me that she had another boyfriend who lived in another town. I was fine with it. I was like as long as I’m the #1 backup!
So 3 months in, she invites me to meet her parents. So I show up and at the house are my girlfriend, her parents, and her other boyfriend. It was like one of those moments in your life where in retrospect you’re like, “What the hell?” but at the time you’re like, “I guess I’ll continue living.” It’s like if you went to the dentist and he asked you to take your pants off and you’re like, “He’s got a degree, but I’m gonna make a note of this because it seems crazy.”
Eventually, I fell in love with someone and it was reciprocated, which is the greatest feeling you can possibly imagine. It’s like eating pizza…ice cream. Your brain can’t even process how good it is. And love makes people do crazy things like kill people or shop at Crate & Barrel. And it makes us all a little delusional. I think deep down we think we have a secret special skill that no one knows about and if they knew they’d be amazed because our secret special skill is amazing. And then eventually we meet someone who says, “You have a secret special skill.” And you’re like “I know!” She’s like, “So do you!” and you’re like, “I know.” And then you’re like, “we should eat pizza-ice cream together.” And that’s what love is, it’s a mountain of Ben & Jerry’s and delusion. So I’ve been thinking about all this and how if love is a delusion, then why do we bother? And I’m not sure, but I think it’s that once you find someone who sees your secret special skill and that person doesn’t have another boyfriend, you keep her. And then you send her a valentine. And you hope she’s on the pill. And that concludes this week’s entry in my secret public journal.”
I’m going to go bake something for my family now – so they know I love them (Martha says that’s how they’ll know).