Cool Your Jets.

I love me some Valentine’s day. Festoon the world with pink and red, with hearts and cupids. It may b unfeminist, and may have been invented by Hallmark, but frankly I don’t care. Any excuse to handmake a card dripping with glitter, and I’m in.

I like candy. I like chocolate and conversation hearts and sprinkles (this is not exclusive to Valentine’s day. None of these things are. But it’s kind of nice when things you appreciate all the time are appreciated by a slightly larger number of people. This is not to say that people do this correctly. They don’t. People do a lot of things incorrectly, though, and it’s not the end of the world).

I like old-timey pictures and weird puns, so I especially like vintage valentines, and I like sending them to my friends and I like thinking about how tomorrow I’m going to wake up early to put out their Valentine’s Day cards on the counter before they leave for class.

There are people who don’t like Valentine’s Day and that’s okay too. Carmel doesn’t, but I still will hand her a tiny box full of chocolate, and nobody is going to be too much worse off because of it.

And when you’re a kid, Valentine’s Day is mostly about mail. I mean, it’s mostly about candy. But after that, it’s about mail. You get to make mailboxes. Also, cards. I would spend hours making weird personalized cards for everyone in my class. This is basically a holiday about mail. If you’re me (and, I’m guessing, Apple as well)

Also, hearts are cute. They make me smile. And that’s okay. And you know what? This is also supposedly a holiday about romantic love, and I get that that can be a bummer because if you don’t have a gentleman/lady it’s just a stupid reminder of that fact. But if you want a gentleman/lady and you don’t have one, it’s a bummer all year round.

I just think if you love someone—in any capacity, you should tell them. With a card. And candy.