14.2.11

Happy Whatever Day

After nearly 23 years, I've come to not expect much on Feb. 14 from Thing One, who has a lifelong antipathy to That Day (and if you know Thing One's name, you'll understand why). Thing Two didn't even call on my birthday.

An increasingly long number of years ago I worked with a woman whose husband would send her flowers because it was Wednesday. Or take her out to dinner to celebrate a rainy Thursday. See where I'm going with this? If you really care about someone, you'll find silly ways to show it. Cards, candy, sexy lingerie, expensive dinners, etc. don't say "I love you" if they only arrive on one, Hallmark approved day.

Even further back in my history, I remember being told that I had to make cards for everyone in my class. So I had to tell a whole bunch of people that I loved them, ask them to be mine, etc.. when honestly, they barely knew me and I barely knew them. That's the rule at my Middle School now, and I guess it's been the rule since before I was in middle school. In my public school days, post-6th grade, there were carnation or candygram sales and it was quite the competition to get more, or get one from the Hot Guy (girls never sent, unless they were in a solid relationship). Of course, this opened up the field to the "joke send", with the hot (but cruel) guy sending something to the least-prepossessing girl in the school. Very funny, right? So glad I left that school.

One school in Mobile Alabama is trying to have a No Swearing Day today. Power to 'em. What about a Random Acts of Kindness Day (or week? or month?). Why one day in which you tell someone that you like/love them? Let's take a page from my former colleague's husband's book and celebrate those we love at unexpected times. Or, if you must, here are some suggestions from Susan Pivar:
  • Write a note about why you love a particular book and how you hope it will benefit the person who buys it, go to a bookstore, sneak note into book, leave.
  • Log on to 3 blogs you read frequently and leave a comment expressing your love for the writer or the subject. Go into detail without being weird.
  • Write an anonymous note appreciating your barista; leave it for him/her without creeping him/her out.
  • Make five $10 donations (or ten $500 donations, whatever you can afford) to charities that combat illnesses effecting people you know. Do it anonymously.
  • Give something to every homeless person you see, whether it’s fifty cents, twenty dollars, a bagel with cream cheese, or simply your unspoken good wishes, heart to heart.
  • Tell someone you work with that you think they’re doing a great job, whether or not you work together directly. Mean it. (Only say it if it’s true.)
  • Find the address of the creator of your favorite song, painting, poem, or other work of art. Write a letter to the artist (or their estate, agency, or other representative) expressing exactly what this piece of work has meant to you. Mail it.
Happy Whatever Day to all of you. I'll ask you to be mine some other time.

2 comments:

Aravis said...

Randy is like your colleague's husband. I'm a very lucky woman.

Happy Whatever Day to you, too! *G*

Jandy said...

Happy Whatever Day!

I appreciate your blog and ramblings because it gives me a different Point of View when you go off on something. You're also the person who is my competition for number of books read in a year.

Thank you