The Canvas of Love
Susan Harmon
Commentary Editor
When I think of Valentine’s Day, I envision a dozen
roses and a heart-shaped box of chocolates. Couples and friends
overindulge in purchasing gifts, but at the end of this day all you
possess is something renewable.
The public complains about gas prices yet spends an
alarming amount of money to pacify their loved ones' desires.
Roses, though beautiful and fragrant, die in a number
of days leaving withered, dry petals. After they die, your memories of
this occasion fade along with it unless you strangely collect dried
rose petals in a Ziploc bag. A box of chocolates, while delicious, contributes
to the fat on your thighs and stomach and leaves an empty box in the
bottom of the closet, which ants attack in late spring.
Imagination deprived people continue every year with
the same old ideas. Sure, the thought outweighs the unsatisfied
expectations, but imagine the results from a personal gesture and the
money saved.
While men can spend $50 to $60 on a dozen
roses, they could have spent $2 to print out and frame the words
to their companion’s love song. Women can spend around $50 for a
sexy negligee from Victoria’s Secret, when
they could’ve spent around $4 for a simple camera and a sexy
pose.
The world obviously revolves around money and
convenience, but what significance will a quote on the price do you
years from now? No stories to tell but, “My companion spent X amount of
dollars on me for Valentine’s Day.”
Guess what?
I'm one of those people who is not impressed with
the dollar amount. I am, however, impressed when I find
out your companion gathered the materials needed for the special night.
A special night consisting of a candle-lit dinner, star-gazing and
giving each other a massage. Now that’s something to brag about.
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