I've never understood the big deal about Valentine's Day. As a Jew I've never felt much reason to celebrate a saint's day. I mean, I feel no compulsion to celebrate Saint Catherine's or Saint Christopher's Day. Upon looking up Valentine's Day I found it was most associated with our favorite English writer Geoffrey Chaucer, whose book Canterbury Tales made me wish I was illiterate. It might also do with the fact that I've never had beau on the day and usually end up in my room listening to Death Cab for Cutie in the dark, while cutting myself.
Now this Valentine's Day was as crappy as te previous ones but before I decided to drink some Jonestown brand Kool-Aid I recalled something from earlier in the day. Three little birds on a branch chirping cheerfully to each other. Nowhere to go, nowhere to be, no one to do. Just three little birds singing to one another. Tonight I thought of the Bob Marley song with the Three Little Birds after the night was through and know that when I go to sleep tonight that every little thing is gonna be alright.
-Jonah
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