BY JUANA CAPELLUTO
Yes, it’s that time of year again when it is socially acceptable to complain about unsatisfying relationships and dream about unrealistic, Hollywood-based, super-human beings that will sweep us off our feet. The incredible time when grocery stores are having entire chocolate aisles on sale, and the time flowerbeds bloom in red and pink. The time of the year when lust is in the air.
You read correctly. Lust is a word that is typically accompanied by negative connotations, and you all know which ones I’m referring to, whereas the word we would all love to hear, LOVE, is nothing but fluffy, sugarcoated, goodness. We are wrong for thinking in this way.
In reality, (aka the high school spectrum) lust should be what we connote as light and fluffy, because deep inside, most of us acknowledge the fact that in this time of our so-far-short-lived lives, lust is all there typically is. The teddy bear you received from your significant other last year now lies indifferent and dusty in the cold, desolate corner of your room. The flowers you received have withered and the baked goods that were exchanged have been eaten, digested for nutrients (their prime function), and then forgotten. I do not believe this to be a tragedy, don’t get me wrong. In fact, I prefer the hard truth of lust’s temporary, superficial nature, rather than the intense, all-consuming, platonic idea of love.
Valentine’s Day has become an obligation almost. Something like love, that at our age is not very common (since fewer than 2 percent of marriages are to a high school sweetheart according to the website 20 High School Sweethearts Marriage Statistics” by Brandon Gaille), has morphed into something we are ashamed of not having. We wonder where we went wrong, what we could have done differently. We obsess over how every person around us seems to be roaming the hallways with emoji-heart-eyes. How the sensation that overwhelms the atmosphere cyclically through the Ides of February seems like love, when really, it is merely just lust. It will most likely end, and there is nothing wrong with that, or you.
The best way to accept this and not live like a cold, soulless robot for the rest of your life, is to enjoy the moment, immerse yourself in the feelings your significant other gives you, and all the while remember that this is just another chapter of your life. So go ahead, make mistakes. Type that text message with all of the hearts and exclamation marks your little heart desires. Trip, fall, and get back up again. It’s a cycle, so don’t think of it too much.
This Valentine’s Day, remember to beware of the temptation to make something ephemeral, eternal. Beware the Ides of February, but don’t forget to have fun while you’re at it.