I don’t know if I’ve ever really had an established opinion about Valentines Day, in all honesty, most years I have generally been indifferent to the whole thing. Despite this, however, there has always been a really small part of me that longs to succumb to all things girly and frivolous that make the day as hallmark-tastic as it is known to be.
I look at Valentines Day as the secondary story you see on a television show; it gets a mention but is never the focal story. It is never the primary issue of the episode. I think a gesture on Valentines Day is lovely, but I don’t think songs should be written about it, I don’t think it’s a real holiday and I certainly don’t think my entire Facebook newsfeed should be filled with tributes to loved ones and statuses about how terrible single life is. Frankly, I just don’t think it’s worth that much.
If anything, Valentines Day is a great reminder for couples to remember to appreciate their loved one. Even if it is a holiday created by a greeting card company, it really is nice to set aside a day to show someone how you really feel. It’s kind of like celebrating your anniversary on the same day as everyone else, which can be a really fun way to look at it. Going out for dinner, buying flowers, they’re just small tokens to show your affection for one another. There’s no need to make a big song and dance out of it.
I’ve always valued myself as the kind of person who didn’t care about whether I got a Valentine’s gift or not because I have always believed that I am secure enough in myself that I don’t need that kind of validation to justify my value. But at the end of the day, when you are surrounded by people flaunting their gifts, when the office you work at is full of flower deliveries and you are one of the people almost embarrassed to not receive anything, when your friends are giddy with excitement over teddy bears and chocolate bars, it is easy to succumb to that left out feeling. I hate to admit that.
This year I am celebrating Valentine’s Day as a single person. I plan on baking cupcakes and eating them in bed while watching something girly and stupid. That’s enough for me, and I’m ok with that.