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It is the day of Valentines stuff.
Feb. 14th, 2009 07:15 pmInterestingly, I have no idea how this day became associated with dead Roman Catholic martyrs. Well, no, that's not right. The day IS associated with dead Roman Catholic martyrs, because the Roman Catholic church decried it to be so. And martyrs generally have to be dead to be ... well... martyrs.
Why is it connected to Romance? I have no earthly or unearthly idea. There is a legend that a Priest Valentine, in disobeying Emperor Claudius III, performed marriages between Roman soldiers and their sweet hearts. Claudius had the priest tossed in jail for his crime. Valentine wrote a note to his one friend, the jailer's daughter, before he was to be executed. The note was signed, 'From your Valentine'. This is from Wikipedia. It's also suspect, because whoever was there at the time is pretty much dead. Maybe even martyred.
So... Regardless of my confusion about the day, it has come to my attention that this is the day set aside for lovers to bespeak to each other of their devotion.
Hmm. See, this creates more confusion in me, as I have no lovers, and yet, I have many, many lovers. It's the difference between the physical and the not.
Oh, granted, there are those that I have thought about sharing some quality physical time with. Some that are very close to me. I mean, how could anyone deny Amber's joyous light? Or Susi's incredible energy? Or Sherry's angelic patience and calm? Or Jenny's youthful high intellect? Not me. I only act the fool. And this group aren't the only ones, they're just the ones I mention here.
But see, I have a full belief that, in my life as one not quite on the wall, someone who can have a relatively objective view of our odd family, if I were to even so cautiously make a move toward a physical relationship, other than just breathing in and breathing out and laughing and sharing space, my objectivity would fall asunder. It's bad enough as it is because my objectivity is already not completely objective.
I'm lucky like that. I get to share my love and affection with those that I choose, without fear of jealously or possessiveness. That means mine or anyone else's. It means that I can tell other people exactly how I feel without have to be anonymous about it.
And so, to those that I have said I love you, to those whose life I have shared and whose path I have been invited to wander with no matter how briefly, I hope your Valentines Day was above reproach, and full of love and life and laughter. I wish that you got exactly what you needed, and that what you needed was what you wanted.
To those who used to love me, I still love you. Love isn't something that just stops, like a car at the bottom of a hill. Love isn't something that fades like morning magic mist. Love, when done right, continues regardless of human interaction. Love may not, even though logic dictates otherwise, be a human invention. Love may be something that just is.
I love you.
Why is it connected to Romance? I have no earthly or unearthly idea. There is a legend that a Priest Valentine, in disobeying Emperor Claudius III, performed marriages between Roman soldiers and their sweet hearts. Claudius had the priest tossed in jail for his crime. Valentine wrote a note to his one friend, the jailer's daughter, before he was to be executed. The note was signed, 'From your Valentine'. This is from Wikipedia. It's also suspect, because whoever was there at the time is pretty much dead. Maybe even martyred.
So... Regardless of my confusion about the day, it has come to my attention that this is the day set aside for lovers to bespeak to each other of their devotion.
Hmm. See, this creates more confusion in me, as I have no lovers, and yet, I have many, many lovers. It's the difference between the physical and the not.
Oh, granted, there are those that I have thought about sharing some quality physical time with. Some that are very close to me. I mean, how could anyone deny Amber's joyous light? Or Susi's incredible energy? Or Sherry's angelic patience and calm? Or Jenny's youthful high intellect? Not me. I only act the fool. And this group aren't the only ones, they're just the ones I mention here.
But see, I have a full belief that, in my life as one not quite on the wall, someone who can have a relatively objective view of our odd family, if I were to even so cautiously make a move toward a physical relationship, other than just breathing in and breathing out and laughing and sharing space, my objectivity would fall asunder. It's bad enough as it is because my objectivity is already not completely objective.
I'm lucky like that. I get to share my love and affection with those that I choose, without fear of jealously or possessiveness. That means mine or anyone else's. It means that I can tell other people exactly how I feel without have to be anonymous about it.
And so, to those that I have said I love you, to those whose life I have shared and whose path I have been invited to wander with no matter how briefly, I hope your Valentines Day was above reproach, and full of love and life and laughter. I wish that you got exactly what you needed, and that what you needed was what you wanted.
To those who used to love me, I still love you. Love isn't something that just stops, like a car at the bottom of a hill. Love isn't something that fades like morning magic mist. Love, when done right, continues regardless of human interaction. Love may not, even though logic dictates otherwise, be a human invention. Love may be something that just is.
I love you.
