Nothing hits the single relationship status harder than Valentine’s Day and the cute pictures of couples going on their dates (except maybe formal pictures together, those are pretty cute too). To be honest, being single doesn’t bother me too much anymore, and it’s actually kind of a fun day to just be with your friends. Who needs a significant other when you have best friends, right?
Even though I’m feeling a lot more independent this year, Valentine’s Day kind of hit me across the face and caught me by surprise. I was eating dinner with my girls on Sunday, when I asked them what we were doing this Friday (since we’ve made it a routine to always just be together and hang out on Fridays after we volunteer).
But what will I be doing on Singles’ Awareness Day/Valentine’s Day? Spending it with one of my friend’s so I can help her move a few of her last things to her new house! I’m actually pretty pumped up about it because it’s one of those things that you always see in movies, but never really get the opportunity to actually do (mostly because everyone who lives where we live stays pretty much set forever and ever).
Relationships take a lot of work, and when people go into them, I think they all want the Hallmark relationship, where there are no arguments and neither of the pair want alone time and always want to be together. The idea, to me, of a relationship is something that is supposed to be effortless and I want exactly what the Hallmark model idealizes. But the reality of the story is, life doesn’t work that way and you can bet your life on the fact that relationships are like a two-way street, where if only one side is used, it wears only one side out, while the other remains untouched, unbroken.
The idea, after all, is this perfect example of what we all want. But in real life, there’s no such luck. The word perfect borders a fairy tale, where everybody gets a happy ending.
In the same way, Frankenstein likes the idea of the monster he creates, even obsessing over every minor detail for over two years on trying to make his monster “perfect.” When he finally brings his monster to life, Frankenstein isn’t ready for a relationship with his creation. He is terrified, mortified by what he thought was perfect. He runs away. He gives up. He made what could have been an ideal father-son relationship into a two-way street where the only road being worn down was the one taken by the monster.