valentine's day

If Valentine's Day means a flowerless lunch period swarmed by matchy sweaters and soft-haired girls with their slender hands in the chocolate boxes, then you're doing it perfectly right.

They say it's for the lovers. 

But I think it's for the loveless.

It's not for the whipped boyfriends or the Glenn Coco's or the Student Council boys in their black ties trying to make the "sad" girls feel better.  Thanks for the gesture, but I don't need a pity rose.  

Although, it does feel good to get a rose.

But all you bitter humans need to stop.  All you fresh ex-girlfriends and cheated lovers need to cut the funeral mourning.  Let the spellbound people scatter red petals all over the lunchroom picnic.  Endure that 7th grade pop music and that group of collared boys showering some girl with all the chocolate and attention she doesn't need.  

Quit popping their balloons and spitting in their bouquets.  

You're not happy being single? You're not satisfied with the kiss-freely theory, and reading without eyes on you, and humming to yourself? You would trade your own unaffected opinion for panicky texts and obligated hand-holds? And all within 18 years of life.

Valentine's Day. I like that.

I'm buying myself sushi and seeing Endless Love amidst the throng of couples in their love-comas. On my own time.

Hallelujah.