Here’s the funny thing about Valentine’s Day as someone who isn’t particularly interested in romance. Every year, I feel a hundred times more alienated by the single people—all the posts on facebook lamenting “Singleness Awareness Day”, the articles that joke about a date with a pint of ice cream and Netflix, my coworker bemoaning how terrible it is that it’s Valentine’s Day and she just broke up with her latest Online Dating Guy—than by the people enjoying romantic times with their partners.
The prevalence of hearts and roses and messages of romantic love everywhere don’t really bother me. I just see them as the promise of cheap chocolate in a few days. I don’t really feel bad about seeing people celebrating romantic love for a few weeks (sure I wish there were more celebrations of platonic love but it’s their absence that bothers me, not the presence of the other).
It’s the singles on Valentine’s Day, and their unrelenting message that to be without a romantic partner is to be miserable, that make me feel broken.