Valentine Day is second only to Christmas Day for disappointing people.
When I supervised junior highs and high schools dances,there were always young people in tears by the end of the evening. Something between the expectations and the reality did not align. All the fuss and the dressing up and the decorations and the hopes and dreams would invariably come crushing down at the end of the evening. Even if just one person was crushed, everyone else would go to her rescue, (yes, usually girls) and spend the rest of the evening in the bathroom. Some people had their hearts broken just by watching one of their friend's heart being broken. Valentine Dances were the worst.
What our hearts wish is always bigger and grander than what our lives can provide. We dream big dreams, wish upon stars, buy lottery tickets because we want to believe that our dreams will come true.
By the time I got home after these events, usually the last person to leave the ship as the administrator in charge, I would ponder these things and wonder why. I would train myself to avoid expectations, and be happy with whatever. By the time I arrived at home, things had changed.
When my wonderful man produced the usual chocolates and flowers, feeling proud and happy to have remembered to stop at the various shops on his way home, he got a tepid thank you from a tired, overworked wife.
Honey, did you have a hard day?
I just supervised sixhundred teens during a Valentine Dance. Nobody got what they wanted in that place. You know why? Valentine is overrated. Why? Because you guys follow the same script, every detail. How about giving us tickets to Paris or Venice?
Well, why didn't you tell me?.
Well, if I have to tell you, it won't be a gift from you.