A few days ago a friend of mine was talking about how having to intern today would make a mess of her plans with her boyfriend. I said that it didn’t matter much to me, and she was sort of taken aback, saying that she didn’t want to work on Valentine’s Day, and I said, you know, it’s not a big deal if you don’t have anyone. And then she became super apologetic and kept saying she was sorry and felt so awkward and forgot that I was single. And I kept trying to explain to her that I really don’t care about Valentine’s Day.
To me, it’s like someone feeling really sad that you don’t celebrate Kwanzaa. I don’t feel bad for myself. When I was a teenager I used to hate the holiday—not only because it was in fact a holiday invented for corporations to sell Valentine’s-themed merchandise, but also because it made me painfully aware that no one liked me, and that I was socially awkward and conventionally unattractive, and, simply, that relationships were something that everyone else had, but I didn’t.
But then I gradually realized that I did actually get gifts—from my parents, my sister, and my friends. So Valentine’s Day has always been about telling the people you love that you love them—not just a significant other, necessarily, but your family, your friends, etc. Is it a pointless holiday? Sure—you should be telling your loved ones that you love them regardless of the date. But it’s a good enough reason to celebrate the sentiment.
That being said, I don’t enjoy it when people feel sorry for me. So that conversation with my friend was awkward because she made it awkward. I’m okay with being perpetually single. I’m not okay with people thinking I shouldn’t be okay with being single. So that’s the only thing about Valentine’s Day that I’m not too big on.
Anyway. Happy Valentine’s Day! Buy someone cheap chocolates from CVS, or get their names tattooed on your chest, or just tell them you love them, I don’t know!