Categories: Ramblings

It’s here again. The time of year that every single person dreads, Valentine’s Day. I HATE VALENTINE’S DAY! I hate everything about it, the commercialization, the sickening sentiment, the abundance of red and pink, everything! And it’s especially worse for me this year because I actually made attempt to get a Valentine! I asked a young lady in my class whom I’ve had a bit of a crush on. With butterflies in my stomach and a frog in my throat, I popped the question. She said no, she already had a Valentine, but I could buy her chocolates if I want. Yeah, so you and your Valentine can consume them while gazing longingly into each other’s eyes. No thank you.

I like being single. I like the freedom and focus it brings, and Valentine’s Day is the only day out of the 365 in which I actually regret being single. It does a number on your self-esteem, and makes you feel like the Jewish kid that sits alone while all the other kids are comparing Christmas presents. Good thing I have enough to keep myself from engaging in a desperate search for a 1-day Valentine like many singles do.

Who knows, maybe I’m just bitter because I’m single and therefore can’t participate. But that’s highly unlikely, because even when I wasn’t single I still hated Valentine’s Day. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever had a Valentine. It’s kind of ironic that I have so much hatred channeled towards a holiday that celebrates love. I’ll just stay in my room and do something to pass the time while I wait for Cupid’s little romp to end.