Let me get this straight. I hate Valentines Day.

Now I’m not going to pretend like the reason doesn’t involve my lack of a “Valentine”, but let’s face it. No one likes to be single on Valentines Day.

But trust me, I’m not some crazy anti-Valentine activist that runs around ruining the holiday for others with speeches about commercialization. In fact, I kind of enjoy the holiday in a weird sort of way. At least I do until the 14th.

We all have one of those friends that can’t seem to survive without a boyfriend/girlfriend. They’re so obsessed with finding “The One” that they’re hurt time and time again. They so long to be loved that they’ll go to great lengths to keep people from leaving. But unfortunately too many of them only want that one thing, then hightail it out of there once they get it.

No matter how many times this person is hurt, they can’t get it through their head that they need to mature more before they’re ready for a new relationship. Instead they rave on and on about how they don’t want to be alone for Valentines Day.

And here’s where I get a little selfish.

This friend of mine has gone through so many breakups. She’s in the arms of a new guy every time I talk to her. We’ve all tried to tell her to slow down, and take more time with her relationships. But every time she’s hurt again. So I no longer feel guilty every time I loath her for wanting a “Valentine”. She goes on and on about how she can’t be alone, and she says it to her one friend that has never even come close to a relationship. She expects me to sympathize with her, and give her advice.

First of all, I always thought Valentines Day was about love in general, not specifically romantic love. That’s why in elementary school we always gave out valentines to everyone. So I feel a little insulted when she would prefer the love of any guy over the love of her friends, who so far have loved her for far longer.

And of course, I find it annoying when she insists that she needs someone for Valentines Day, completely neglecting the fact that I am the last person who wants to hear it. Every time she likes a boy, I know she’ll be with him soon. She can somehow get any guy she wants, while I have yet to be in any sort of relationship, and she thinks we can some how relate to each other because we’re both single.

I hate Valentines Day because it turns people into monsters. Love-struck, hopeless monsters. This includes myself. Every year the promise of love that Valentines Day brings gets me hopeful that maybe it’s my turn to find someone. Even if I hide it more than other people, it’s still there, and it still tears me up inside every time Valentines Day passes without the magic I was expecting.

Yes, I’m pathetic. But at least I own up to it. At least I can realize my issues and not disillusion myself with a cynical view on a “Commercialized Valentines Day”.

I don’t think I’ll ever face a Valentines Day where my expectations aren’t condemned. But at least it’s only one day a year.

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