Valentine’s Day. I’m not a fan.
Call me a pessimist, but after having been through several Valentine’s Days in various stages of relationships, being unattached, being somewhat attached, not knowing if you’re attached, etc., I have concluded that Valentine’s Day is only fun if you’re in the pink haze love bubble stage of a relationship. That’s like, what, 1% of the people on the planet?
Everyone else is either lamenting being single, worrying about whether or not their secret crush will acknowledge them on Valentine’s Day, begrudgingly digging into their wallets to buy overpriced flowers, or anxiously expecting overpriced flowers (often to be disappointed).
Men scratch their heads wondering what kind of present will not break the bank, but still get them laid. Women get gussied up in hopes that this one day out of the year will prove that chivalry is not dead, and that maybe it’s still possible to live the Walt Disney version of romance. Retailers hike up prices, and consumers spend their hard-earned cash on useless things like teddy bears and balloons.
Why do people do these things? Do they need an excuse to do something out of the ordinary with their significant others? Is it because daily life has become mundane? Why do we feel the need to designate one day out of the year to buy things to show our romantic interest?
I say forget Valentine’s Day. Tell your significant other that you love them throughout the year. Do special things just for them when you feel inspired. Isn’t it better when love comes from the heart, instead of from some retail-driven ad campaign? And if you’re not in love with someone, don’t feel like you’re missing out on anything. Don’t longingly gaze up into the heavens, wondering if there’s someone on this planet who is perfect for you. I assure you, there is. You’ll find this person when you least expect it.