I feel the same way when people say “Happy Valentine’s Day!” to me as I do when they wish me a “Merry Christmas!” which is to say,
“Umm, don’t you know this day does not (has not, and in the foreseeable future will not ever*) have anything to do with me?”
I don’t go in for that “Valentine’s Day is about love of all kinds” brand of apologetics. No it isn’t. It’s about romantic love–which is fine. Just like Thanksgiving is about eating food; it’s not about Native American history
because that holiday doesn’t exist. It’d be nice if it were, but it’s not. Let couples have their day. It’s an incredible feat to find someone who calls you back but isn’t creepy and tells the truth and doesn’t make a sex tape and then blackmail you with it or however dating works in post-Pamela Anderson America. Let’s stop pretending that it’s more than what it is, when it is already enough as it is.
Slightly unrelated but still on the general topic, the best thing about never having had a Valentine (which is coincidentally the best thing about not doing Christmas even though the reasoning behind not participating is completely different) is that I have no memories associated with it. There is nothing personal to attach to and feel like I’m missing out on.
Let’s end on a high note: I love chocolate!
*I’m not interested in dating. It seems messy and awful and dangerous and expensive and, in the vast majority of cases, not worth it.