I wonder if Adam and Eve ever imagined what was coming with the construction of the idyllic love that their children would come up with.
They, who by just biting an apple (I am convinced it was both of them) were already disrespecting history and all future generations, would have freaked out with the tons of chocolates between chest and back that numb the masses of the 21st century in San Patriarquín.
Love between two (or more) is important. In fact, I don't think anyone who has experienced it can question the ecstasy of splendor that it implies in a world in which a large percentage of interpersonal relationships are based on interests that are far removed (most of the time) from purity and transparency, which we obviously feel when that pure connection exists.
But it is also true that the great social expectations that are had of it, make, most of the time, that we highlight all the paraphernalia that accompanies it and that ARE NOT IMPORTANT. Since in the end the most important thing is the ability to love well. And to be loved well.
I would be very happy if Valentine's Day was seen as what it is, a business measure to encourage and promote businesses (especially an injection for local and Km0 businesses); not the magnitude of posturing, of false fullness in which it has become.
The number of hearts in the photo with "the xurri" seems more important than the sincere I love you with the (more important) heart in hand.
Mainly for two reasons: one is that the idyllic does not exist. It is the divine justification that humanity insists on continuing to promote to give a certain meaning to existence (when mere existence, regardless of experiences, should be treated as divine).
And the second is the false custom of showing a perfect life justifying it by the mere fact that someone else accepts us.
Because it is very nice to be accepted and loved, but it is nicer not to need to be loved to accept ourselves.
The reality is that we are at a point, which is sharpened with social networks, of feeling less valuable if we do not go to dinner with someone on February 14. And THAT is DANGEROUS.
Girls don't dream of the day when their generations will break all the glass ceilings that their gender has yet to conquer, girls have nightmares about spending February 14 alone.
And that has been a masterpiece of what we already know. San Patriarquín. And it is striking how comfortable the Patriarchy continues to feel in this society...
(Actually, for practical purposes, it only feels uncomfortable on 8M, 25N... and some other day of lucidity.)
(Feminism is practiced 24/7. It can't just be taking out a banner a couple of times a year and putting on an "Girl Power" t-shirt from Inditex, made precisely by those who have no power.)
Going to dinner on February 14 with your life partner is great.
But that your worth, your integrity, your dignity and everything that encompasses the self-concept that a person has depends on that dinner. It's terrifying.
Among other things because the patriarchy has been in charge of promoting and feeding the message that being alone is a real social failure. Hence all those couples that we see that are NOT happy, mainly because they know that they do not complement each other, but they are dependent. And that is seen.
Cry when you don't have someone to spend Mother's or Father's Day with, but friend, never cry because you don't have someone to be with on February 14.
Amalia. M. Fajardo