I don’t like Valentine’s Day for one reason, and one reason only

It reminds me that I’m single.

I seriously don’t think about it much during the rest of the year. I can get invited to weddings, engagement parties, I can listen to my besties gush over their new love interests… and be there for them when it doesn’t work out. I can do all of that without much of a thought that I’m single. I seriously think about it like once a season…  until Valentine’s Day arrives.

Then it’s like the emotional floodgates are thrust open, I begin to question why I’m single, or whose fault it was that the last relationship didn’t work out. Usually I get myself into a funk about it. Ironically the funk isn’t about the fact that I’m single, it’s about the fact that I get so analytical about it. I make weird lists, read dating articles, crack open some relationship book sitting on my shelf that my aunt gave me. It’s really an entire process that I go through.

It doesn’t change the fact that I’m single though.

I’ll be back to my regularly scheduled programming tomorrow.