Today is Valen’s Day.
I wager you’ve never heard of that particular holiday. That’s because Pace made it up. Several years ago, she posted a silly picture:
Yeah, it still hurts me, too. “Happy Valen-tines day”, indeed.
But, at first, I got “Valen’s Day” out of it, and the name stuck. We started celebrating Valen’s Day on 2/12, because 212 is Pace’s lucky number.
Ta-da! A goofy, self-proclaimed holiday was born, one we celebrate with glee every year.
Holidays in general are largely made up. Most Christian holidays were, shall we say, procured from the local pagans, in order to more easily convert them. And the “real meaning” of most holidays has been converted into mass commercialism, the spiritual or earthy meanings long forgotten.
Taking something important to you, be it funny or inspirational or devotional or whathaveyou, and turning it into something to celebrate, making it a holiday, is very freaky. It’s fun. It can be sacred. It can mark something monumental (like a wedding anniversary or a divorce anniversary) or something meaningful only to you. It’s also revolutionary, because society says “celebrate these certain holidays and no more or less, you filthy heathens!”
Society be damned.
Happy Valen’s Day!