Valentine’s Day has come and gone once again, and, as
always, I find my thoughts turning inward.
Those who know me know that this isn’t exactly my favorite time of
year. As a 32 year old, perennially
single guy, it tends to just make me feel left out and unwanted. But as I’ve grown older (and hopefully more
mature), I’ve begun to think about the bigger picture. Sure, it sucks to be alone on Valentine’s
Day, but it’s not like I’m the only one, and it could obviously be so much
worse. I generally just do my best to
ignore it, but being that you can’t walk into a store without seeing a
nauseating display of cards, balloons, and flowers, that’s certainly easier
said than done. But I don’t like feeling
that way about Valentine’s Day. I don’t
like feeling mopey and lonely. So I’ve
been looking inwards in an attempt to find the true source of the negativity
that I and so many others feel towards both this day and towards our lack of
luck at love and romance. I believe I’ve
figured it out, and it’s not what you might think it is.