This happens every year, and every year I react in surprise. (Form an orderly queue, gentlemen.) I’ve been single for Valentine’s Day and I’ve been in a relationship, and I’ve found the holiday equally stupid, regardless of my relationship status.The only difference is that while I was in a relationship, I ridiculed the concept mercilessly while simultaneously expecting my boyfriend to spell out my name in fireworks in the midnight sky.
Do as my American friends do and have a singles party.
Things that I find cute (okay, tolerable) in friends such as mistaking ‘your’ for ‘you’re’, and the over enthusiastic usage of exclamation marks, make me want to murder a prospective love interest. Young girls are given dolls, prams, and play kitchens to practice their nurturing skills upon; when highly accomplished women die, more emphasis is placed upon their family than on their career achievements.
Many fear condemnation if they decide that this life path is not for them. I do not assume that because I had a burning desire to write a novel that every other person in the world must harbour similar ambitions.
It’s still a mystery to me why things didn’t work out between us.
While it’s acceptable to mock Valentine’s when you’re in a relationship, a single person who does the same is almost inevitably treated to a sympathetic head tilt and ‘hmmm mmm.’ But here’s the thing — I like being single.