Oh Valentine’s Day.
Once upon a time, it was one of my favorite days of the year.
This was of course after the single years of high school where the only roses delivered to me were from best friends or senior boys told to send me one because it would make my entire grade 9 life #truestory and before I was old enough to realize that setting unrealistic expectations of the Hallmark holiday is just asking for disaster.
I mean when do unrealistic expectations ever work out, right?
That said – one would think as a single, independent, joie de vivre, kinda gal that I would be ALL over the whole, Screw Valentine’s Day. Who needs it?
You’d be surprised. I’m much more content feeling sorry for myself and whining.
While Valentine’s Day seems to be on steroids this year (at least on social media and as always – at Walmart) there also seems to be a rise in the number of those strong, independent ladies saying – “hey! I don’t need a man. I also don’t need Valentine’s day. I’ve got friends. Family. A dog. A cat. Several cats. A vibrator. Cake. I am golden.“
Well – this strong, independent gal is also golden. I am PERFECTLY golden and completely content and sure of myself as I make weird crazed awkward faces at anyone on the Valentine’s Day high today.
You know. A combination of this.
Which is totally ok. I’ve been that girl. And deep down – I probably still am that girl. But it’s kind of hard to embrace the whole love day when all you’ve got to go home to is your cat, your macbook and some candles from Bath & Body Works. PS: the Mahogany Teakwood candle smells exactly like Abercrombie & Fitch and therefore smells of boyfriend. Just sayin.
So yes. Every woman has the right to feel miserable on Valentine’s Day. But before concentrating all your energy onto boycotting it and planning an anti-Valentine’s day party with your single friends, consider the alternative.
Consuming a bottle of wine on my own with no one around to judge.
Sitting in a movie theatre or at home alone, in yoga pants devouring food with no one to say “you ate a large popcorn, a hot dog, AND a pack of M&Ms?”
Feeling sorry for my single ass self because I still can. One day you won’t be single and you’ll actually miss the Valentine’s Day where you had no expectations and therefore faced no disappointment.
So dear single gals like myself. Don’t hate on Valentine’s Day. One day you’ll appreciate it. You’ll even look forward to it. Yes. You’ll jump on the VDay bandwagon. And there will be chocolates. And wine. And edible underwear.
Until then, take a day, one day, to feel sorry for yourself if you want to and know that it’s perfectly acceptable.
Stop at the liquor store and pick up a bottle of Cab. Take in a chick flick (or action flick if that’s your thing) on your own. Toss popcorn at any couples who dare makeout in front of you in the theatre. Take a hot bath and re-read 50 Shades of Grey. Dance naked in your apartment and blast every shitty depressing song there ever was while burning old pictures of you and your ex and calling them names.
I promise you’ll feel much better in the morning. Or worse.
I don’t know. Despite having a Bachelor’s Degree in Psychology – I’m no psychologist.
So Happy Valentine’s Day. I’m off to get my judging awkward face on.
x C x
Full disclosure: this rant is all about the comic relief. Other than a bottle of wine – I always enjoy the love, Valentine’s Day cards, and flowers from my parents, friends and my cat. Because yes – my cat get’s me the coolest Valentine’s. Cause she’s cool like that. And I swear I’m not a crazy cat lady.