I don't hate Valentine's Day. I hate that everyone else thinks I should.
I don't have a problem with love. I love a lot of people. More than I can count, in fact... I have a problem with being told that I should be sad and angry and depressed because it is Valentine's Day.
I don't resent this holiday. I resent the people who try to make me feel like I should.
The idea that being single is some kind of punishment or prison sentence or some sad relegation for people who are not hot enough or good enough or lovable enough is not only antiquated thinking but it is also, quite frankly, an insult. We are not all longing for love or waiting for Prince Charming to ride in on his white horse to save the day.
The idea of being in a relationship is nice. And if the right guy came along, even if he wasn't on a white horse or wearing shining armor, I would be open to the possibilities. (Note to all the single men reading this: it's probably better if you don't show up dressed as the Tin Man on the back of your strong and noble steed.) But the notion that I am waiting at the window or by the phone or just waiting in life in general for romantic love to o complete me is a misconception. All single people aren't like princesses in a Disney movie. We aren't all sitting around depressed or sad or held hostage by the projected inadequacies of our singleness.
This may come as a shock to all of you conveniently or comfortably or even happily married folks but... some single people are genuinely happy.
So to those of you who have earmarked this day not only for love and affection and romantic dinners and chocolate and flowers but also for reminding your single friends that they are all alone and should feel lonely, I say to you...
And to my parents, my sister, my nephew and all the other members of my extended family as well as my wonderful friends, I say, Happy Valentine's Day. I love you!