Firstly, to me, Valentine's Day is the day when... Everyone starts arguing about how commercialised Valentine's is, how Valentine's is really just unnecessary, how singles should get or not get upset over being single, how this and that.
Okay. It's also a day that, I believe, gives EVERYONE their annual rights to feel super-extra-unusually-unpractically special... Wait wait wait... It's also a day when EVERYONE, who is at the advantage or privileged or fortunate(to be alive, to have a roof over their heads, to be clothed and fed and to be loved), should go and spread the love. And I'm not talking about your loved ones although yes, you should treat them to something. I'm talking about STRANGERS!
I went for Art ministry on Valentine's Day and we were supposed to do this 'treasure hunt'. We prayed for a special someone to give our art pieces. We asked for clues: names, appearances, places we'd find them...etc. We did our art after that, and then consolidated our clues and pieced them together. Then we went out of church and went to the places we had. The outcome? Our art pieces found their owners, people we don't know (except Jo's). I'd say 98% of our clues were spot on! And you know, it's really great to see the change in some of these people's faces - from grumpy to really joyful.
My stranger was this guy in black shirt with black framed specs. He was waiting outside the hair saloon beside the stationary shop with friend A. I disregarded him as my target and we went to look for the other targets. Jo felt that he really was my target and I said, "Well. If he really is my target, we would see him again." We walked towards the hair saloon from the back and WALA! MY TARGET! I just couldn't bring myself to walk up to him and like start giving him the picture and talk to him. Besides, he was now with friend A and friend B, who just had his hair dyed or cut.
** My given clues was Phillips (the electronic brand) and stationaries (link stationaries to where we found my target)**
So, Jo was anxious already and I haven't even moved my legs and they were walking away. Jo was praying out loud "Oh God please make them stop! stop them! stop them!" And they stopped, although only for a moment, outside the only mama-shop that owns a Phillips tv! Okay. He so is my target. They walked off to the carpark and were waiting outside a car. They had seen us walking slowly behind them and eyeing them. Jo marched right up to their car. Amazingly, they haven't drove off. And she talked very briefly and I went over to the window to start talking. I talked to my target while friend B was coming off as being an egoistic jerk who was trying to pick us up and at the same time, make things difficult for us. But I continued speaking to my target because he is THE ONE.
During debrief, Jo affirmed me for being focused to the task and not be swayed by friend B. Although it was my first outreach, I felt that I could have done so much better though: explaining clearly and not missing out any points. I had so much to say. I just pray that my target locks himself away from friend B and reflect and discover the true meaning of his free art. But then again, the first is never ever good enough. And if you ask me, now that I think about it, friend B is my target's wall/barrier/obstruction to... freedom, I guess. I just hope they're "bruddas" and not a gang, or it'd be really really hard for him to break free of this trap. Jo also pointed out something symbolic of this encounter. We were talking to him outside while he was inside with his friends. He is therefore, enclosed and trapped. Wow Jo, wow. Literature, symbolism and sociology.
And to close this topic on Valentine's and love, I just want to end off saying to my future boyfriend/husband, please do not propose to me on Valentine's day. It's so cliche. And you'd be proposing along with a few other hundreds of people in this country or more, globally. It wouldn't be so special to me. ANNNDDDDD. No flowers please, unless they're lovingly DIY-ed dried roses/lavenders/flowers that smell nice.
So love and kisses has been in the air. Sex too. I've been surrounded by so much talk about sex and doing it, I thought about it. As in, real thinking.
***I have a lot of things to say but I have lost my reflective mood. Sorry, I'll continue, if possible, some other time.***
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