What If We Made the World Our Valentine?

I have never identified with Valentine’s Day. Even when I was not single, and technically had a ‘valentine’.

When your reputation for being a brain rather than a beauty is what precedes you, chances are you would not have been flattered by valentine attention growing up. 

Not only that, I’m contrary as well. I do not like the feeling of peer pressure. Just the fact that the media bombards us with the expectation of romance on this day, is enough to induce rebellion. It is a recipe for insincerity. 

I mean, I don’t even really do birthdays. I love being remembered, don’t get me wrong. But over time I’ve grown up enough to be forgiving about fixed calendar memorials. If not for calendar prompts and Facebook notices, I can remember very few of anyone else’s birthdays myself!

So it’s not a surprise that I couldn’t imagine a way in which this day could be meaningfully, rather than superficially, celebrated. In fact, there hadn’t been a memorable Valentine’s Day at all, in all my years.

Except one, last year.

My only Valentine’s Day of any significance

It should come as no surprise that the significance was not intentional.

Last year I asked someone I met a couple months before on a volunteer program to partner with me in an escape room game. The day happened to be Valentine’s day. There was no connection; it was just a mutually open Sunday. (Or was it a Saturday? Anyway, the point is it was a convenient weekend.)

I had just discovered this ‘escape room’ thing the previous year, and was still enamoured of it. Other people I knew, not as much anymore, and I ran out of people to play with. So I was elated when he agreed.

Graciously, he let me pick the puzzle. Which game we played didn’t really matter to me, though, but I remembered that he liked tech and globalist themes. So I chose the one about space.

The puzzle premise seemed to draw inspiration from space tales of recent memory, like Wall-E and Interstellar. Basically it involved a last-ditch endeavour to save a world at risk of collapse (also themes that he was into, so it was perfect).

Long story short, we failed the mission (sorry humanity). We ran out of time and ‘died’.

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Losers only get to hold up the little shields.

The puzzle had a sad ending

However, at the end, our escape room guide walked us through the last few steps of the puzzle so that we (ok, I) wouldn’t die of curiosity. At the very end, we discovered that the space station was doomed either way. Based on our prior choices and the gameplay, I was the one who would be trapped. So he would have had to make a choice, alone.

The choice was to either:

  1. send the plant sample back to earth with the activated capsule, and have a pretty reasonable (but not 100%) chance to save humanity from its current situation, thus sacrificing us both, or
  2. use the capsule to send me back with a higher likelihood of reaching home, but leave the fate of humanity to chance for a while longer, sacrificing only himself. 

He would have to choose quickly, or neither would happen. The guide allowed him to choose as if we were still playing. Without hesitation he sent the plant back.

We held each other and watched the capsule image on the screen go ‘home’ to our native and troubled planet, and waited to ‘die’ in the space station together. Strangely sombre, even though it was just a game.

I remember secretly musing over our ice cream if I ought to be flattered or offended, that he did not feel the need to ask if I would consent to be sacrificed.

‘I’m just a numbers man’

Much later, when I reminded him of this event, he told me that there was no great nobility in it. It was just a numbers thing.

In one respect he is being honest. I know he is much influenced by those philosophers who generate thought puzzles which for some reason, invariably remove respect for agency for the ‘bystander’ human beings in their puzzles, yet give the sole agent omniscience. You know, the kinds that ask if it’s moral for you to shove some guy into the path of a train if it saves several people. You get the feeling that the philosopher wants you to say (or at least feel profoundly challenged) that the answer is ‘yes’.

But on the other hand I also know he has a deep love for humanity. Both on a large scale, and a personal one. I have seen many examples of it through our brief friendship, though always in great discretion. He doesn’t seem to feel it’s socially acceptable to wear it on his sleeve. Or perhaps, that it somehow makes him less rational – a thought that disturbs him profoundly. Maybe it’s an Australian thing. 

In my peer circles, it’s perfectly fine – even estimable – for a man to be openly compassionate. In my personal philosophy, there is no need to disown perfectly natural human traits in favour of another. You could have them simultaneously. So I never understood it.

The false choice of rationality vs. empathy

We are however, raised in a world that puts rationality and empathy in separate buckets. Especially true for those who are western educated. In this peculiar worldview, everything is assigned to buckets.

I should know, I spent most of my life like this. I am naturally analytical; classification and ranking things against each other is my default way of making sense of the world. I thrived in western education. We are taught that there is nothing that a heart-centric viewpoint can say about rationality, and likewise there is no room in a rational worldview for emotional motivation. (At least, not an esteemed one).

So we have the notion that ‘sacrifice’ must need a great emotional surge, for only that can eclipse your love of yourself. It doesn’t count in the popular imagination as noble unless you feel great emotion towards who, or what, you sacrifice for. And noble sacrifice goes into the emotional/faith-based/altruistic ‘decision not made with reason’ bucket. Rational people simply don’t do emotional things like that. You can’t admit to such feelings if you claim to be logical.

But here’s a philosophical thought: a sacrifice is made because your relative value of yourself, and your value of those for whom it is made, is a certain way around. Does it matter if this is achieved by being capable of a greater love for the latter, or by being capable to clinically accept that the former ranks lower? 

A false competition

I personally can’t swear that I can do it the second way. It’s one thing to rationally admit that you personally rank lower than many. Quite another to be so convinced as to act on it.

I could perhaps imagine myself reaching the action the first way, swept under the right circumstances by a wave of altruism. But I can’t swear I wouldn’t hesitate.

So if I made the same sacrifice under the influence of emotion, is it really superior to the way he did it, if he could do it his way without hesitation? Are these two modes really actually two faces of the same thing?

Just because someone rationally recognised his lesser significance, does that necessarily mean he can’t also feel love for humanity at the same time? Perhaps humans, in fact, have shades of both modes operating simultaneously. 

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A rebellious Valentine reflection

The primary reason why this holiday turns me off, is that it revolves almost entirely around the romantic expression of one person’s love to one other. It’s mostly become a competition to display to others that your mate is superior to theirs, or that you are seen as a superior mate compared to your peers. This day is mostly of value to people in the courting stage, where there is insecurity and proof is still demanded. There is not nearly as big a market for Valentine’s Day promotions, if there wasn’t so much romantic insecurity in the world.

One might say, it is in the interest of businesses that there remain a sustained pool of (female) insecurity and vanity in relationships. In an era of human history when capitalism is all-pervasive, is it realistic to pretend that out of all human weakness, this one isn’t also being actively and fully exploited for profit, to the net detriment of the human population?

This awareness is what makes it difficult for me to be into Valentine’s Day, even when in a relationship.

Now I know that there are many people who do Valentine’s Day sincerely. But even then, it is not free from the yoke of being exclusively about someone’s personal romantic love to one other person.

I know that this is important to very many people. But personally, I think that sort of love should already spill out in the day to day. And if it has, then it doesn’t really need a Valentine’s Day. If it hasn’t, then both will know that the gesture on this day is but a sham. 

The one way I could do Valentine’s Day

In the course of our brief friendship, he and I did grow exceptionally fond of each other. In the end though, the immature drama of a conventional romance claimed from him as proof of love, all other ties. Including our friendship. 

However, the game that we played last year did make me realise that there is one way I can accept celebrating a day like this.

Imagine if the gesture and the gift is not about assuring the love of one of you for the other. Imagine if the day takes your bond as a given, and the proof of that is the good that your mutual love is able to bring to others. Just imagine.

I can see a point in setting aside a day to remind couples en masse to run a check on literally the evolutionary point of having a pair-bond in the first place: that it is strong enough to love those other than you (future children, at the very least). 

This moves the spotlight from the ego, to humanitarian good. It is (hopefully) harder for capitalism to exploit. And even if capitalism thinks of something, perhaps it is at least much less damaging to the mental health of collective – especially female – humanity.

But most of all, I think this way it would finally, absolutely, be a most romantic day.

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3 Responses

  1. Sandy N Vyjay says:

    I am in perfect agreement with you. Valentine’s day is much over-hyped and commercialized. This has removed the excitement and elements of surprise and individuality. On another note, I do feel that being empathetic to humanity, in general, is a great trait and something to be treasured and experienced.

  2. Soraya says:

    This is a lovely reflection of this holiday. To be honest, I don’t like Valentine’s Day really much either – I find it such an artificial way to celebrate love. It places waaaayyyyy to much expectation onto men and women, and it’s ridiculous the amount of money spent. Everyone celebrates and shows love so much, that I hate that a day like Valentine’s Day dictates how you should do it. I prefer to show love on a day to day basis, be kind and respectful, and when the moment is right celebrate it.

    • Teja says:

      That’s right. To me logically, the kind of love that is public maybe you might celebrate publicly (because other people would be in on it too), and the kind of love that is private (i.e. just between two people, or between soul and God for another example) is celebrated privately. To do otherwise is basically just showing off and competing. I mean, you can see if there’s genuine private love regardless – in the glow around the people.

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