i hate valentine's day. i hate the colors pink, red, and white together. it makes me want to gag. it's a hallmark holiday. a pathetic excuse for companies that sell chocolates, flowers, and poorly written cards to turn a quick profit. it's a clean pass for couples who are disgusting about PDA to be even more obnoxious and proud that they make out in front of people on a daily basis.
it's a painful reminder to those of us who are single that we do not have anymore special or significant in our lives. no one to cuddle with in the horrible, bone-chilling weather (and boy do i have a bone to pick with the weather gods lately), no one who wants to be with us in any circumstance, no one to take us out to dinner and compliment us even when we don't deserve it. no one who cares.
us single folks get it rubbed in our faces that no we don't matter to anyone on that day, not in that special way that you want to matter. valentine's day is a joyless, despair-filled pit that i fall into every year.
my solution?
alcohol. lots and lots of alcohol.
i forget about it for a little while. i go to the bar with the rest of the single girls, bitch about how much valentine's day sucks, and request anti-sentimental songs like "miserable" by lit on the jukebox. i get tipsy, make jokes, and swear off the dumbass holiday for life. i sneer at the happy couples, and toast singlehood.
and i try not to remember that all the alcohol doesn't change the fact that i'm going home alone.
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