[Originally published way too long ago].
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I’m single; have been for many years now. I’m bitter; have been for over… well it’s been a long time, to say the least. I should hate Valentine’s Day. In most years, I’m either spending my time hatin’ on it or futilely chasing some high maintenance daddy’s girl who won’t give me the time of day.
This year, I’ve decided that I don’t hate Valentine’s Day. The simple truth is that I would love it if I had someone with whom to share it. I don’t but that’s ok.
I came to this conclusion quite unexpectedly one day while discussing the upcoming Hallmark Holiday with some friends. One of my good friends, in a sweet (but futile) attempt to assuage my bitterness, remarked that she didn’t particularly think much of Valentine’s Day and thought it was overrated. She’s been in a relationship for quite a number of years, however, I bet you she’d go ballistic if her boyfriend came to the same conclusion (if he hasn’t already anyway) and decided that they wouldn’t be celebrating it (which I’m sure he’d never do).
Let’s not be hypocritical here. If someone professes to genuinely dislike Valentine’s Day, then in any given year, that person would not celebrate the holiday regardless of her relationship status. I say “her” because I’m aiming this missive mostly at the womens. I’m sure the single folks out there appreciate the sentiment you’re trying to put out but we don’t need it. After all, someday I aim to be one of those folks who are “forced” to celebrate Valentine’s Day.