Little Jonny was confused.
Every year men and women bought each other cards and chocolate and celebrated their love for each other by spending lots of money on meals out and huge bunches of dying flowers ripped, screaming out of the ground and bunched together in neat little bows.
Little Jonny didn’t have anyone he cared for enough to do that to living things.
Don’t get me wrong, Little Jonny wasn’t dead inside. He loved his Mum and Big Jonny, his Dad, but just couldn’t grasp the point of a day set aside to show how much you loved someone.
‘Dad?’ He asked Big Jonny on the 14th February. ‘Do you not love Mum on the other days of the year?’
‘Of course I do, lad,’ Big Jonny replied. ‘Why do you ask? Do I not show her that I do?’
‘Oh, yes. You hug her every day and buy her nice things and say you love her every time you leave the house.’
‘Then why ask, son?’
‘Because I don’t get Valentine’s Day, Dad. I don’t understand why one day is set aside for love when we should love each other every day, as you and Mum do.’
‘I’m sure other folk do exactly the same as your Mum and I do. It’s just a way of stabilising big business, by guilting folk into spending stupid amounts of imaginary currency. The world is a fucked up place, lad. You’ll see when you get older. Why, only the other day, an homeless, hungry man was arrested for begging. Can you imagine that?’
‘No, Dad. That’s horrific!’
‘Well, it’s true, son. Then there’s folk who don’t want to shelter migrants, even though the poor folk have lost everything. Then there’s governments who expect soldiers to fight other countries for made up oil wars, but when they do and are hurt are thrown on the scrap heap. Seriously, son: it’s a messed up, muddled up world and Valentine’s Day is just the tip of the shit covered iceberg.’
‘Thanks for that Dad,’ Little Jonny said, giving his dad a hug. ‘I feel better now.’
‘No worries, lad. Did you get any cards?’
‘Just one, but the lazy cow couldn’t even be bothered to sign her name, so I threw it away.’
‘Wise boy,’ Big Jonny told his son with a tussle of his over product-erated hair.