It’s Valentine’s Day.
I know that a great number of people can’t stand Valentine’s Day.
They reject it as a fabricated, commercialized Hallmark holiday
They protest the inflated flower prices and packed restaurants.
They are offended by the reminder that they are still single. Or newly single. Or endlessly single.
These are the folks who say things like, “I don’t need the calendar to tell me to give my wife flowers” and “Our love doesn’t wait for February 14th.” They snipe at happily married couples and blossoming romances.
Ask one of these folks what they have planned for Valentine’s Day, and they might stab you with their ballpoint pen.
Some of these complaints might have some validity, but here’s the real worst thing about Valentine’s Day:
All those people who complain about Valentine’s Day.
If you don’t like Valentine’s Day, just treat it like any other day. Ignore the roses and candy and hand-holding. Walk right past the boundless romance and starry-eyed attraction. Pretend it never happened, because complaining about Valentine’s Day has three significant problems:
It attempts to ruin the joy of others for entirely personal reasons.
It makes you look like an unpalatable, sour-puss jerk face.
Worst of all, complaining about Valentine’s Day is wholly unoriginal. It’s been done so many times already, and I assure you, it’s been done better than you will ever do it. We’ve all heard the complaints before. You’re not saying anything new.
And trust me, even worse than being alone on Valentine’s Day is being unoriginal.