Valentine’s Day is creeping up on me like a bad toe fungus and I find myself in the uncomfortable position once again of being single for a holiday that celebrates couplehood.
I can practically feel the bile rising in my throat when I think of all the sugary sweet sentiments that will be posted onto Facebook for couples celebrating being a couple.
It’s downright nauseating.
Of all the holidays, this is my LEAST favorite.
I can dress up for Halloween.
I can buy gifts for Christmas.
I can cook a ham for Easter.
All of these holidays are easy to participate in.
But not so much Valentine’s Day.
And there’s nothing I dislike more than feeling LEFT OUT.
But left out is what I am.
I am reminded of a song a gentleman sang for me in college:
“Nobody love me.
Nobody feeds me peaches and pears.”
So, you have been forewarned to expect quite a bit of sass out of me as this holiday approaches.
Because I’m sure as hell not pleased that (yet again) I must survive another fucking Valentine’s Day ALONE.
Thanks for the goddamn reminder!