I feel I need to preface this by acknowledging the fact that, yes, I am single. In fact, I have never been in a relationship.
Some people will already take those facts and just assume that the reason for my writing this is simply due to bitterness or jealousy. Although they may be absolutely right, that doesn’t mean that I am wrong either.
Every year I always see the same annual ritual that occurs before and during Valentine’s Day: the chocolate and flower discounts, the card section of grocery stores being flooded with “romantic” decor and the sheer onslaught of couples posting about their night out and flooding my Instagram feed.
It’s almost as if Valentine’s Day is the only other day other than birthdays or (actual) holidays where someone will post about their significant other and how much they mean to them. At this point I feel that they think it’s obligatory to post anything about their S/O on Valentine’s Day to comply to this standard we all just accept for some reason.
Where does this leave the single folk like me through all this? It leaves us to just muck about and tweedle our thumbs while just sitting on the sidelines watching others show off their S/O like a prized horse for an entire day.
All of this nonsense, whether implicitly or explicitly, gives the impression that single people should feel a sense of shame for not being part of the fun and that our lives would be so much better if we weren’t “alone.”
I refuse to accept that idea.
I refuse to accept that for an entire day we should collectively shame people indirectly for not being in a relationship. I refuse to even accept that a relationship would automatically make one’s life better.
As a society there seems to be a severe lack of emotional support for those of us that live the single life. We need to make very clear that life is much more than just finding a romantic interest.
There are many people all around us that can provide the same warmth that every person desires. Every person deserves to be respected and understood by others. This does not have to come in the form of romance. It can come in the form of friends or family.
And even if you don’t have many friends or the best relationship with your family, you can still find fulfillment in your passion, hobbies or other activities that make you happy.
I’m not saying that romance is bad. I still try to find it myself. My point is that romance isn’t the only recourse to happiness.
You don’t need a significant other to feel complete. And a fake Hallmark holiday isn’t going to make that any less true.
As a side note: I am on tinder so if you see me in your feed, feel free to swipe right!