Guess what? It’s Valentine’s Day. You’re single. (Or you’re not… but the single people are the ones I’m talking to.) Chances are, you’re doing one of several things.
If you’re a female, you may be spending the night in, watching movies with (single) friends, spilling gossip, complaining about how unfair the world is, wishing Mr. Right would come and sweep you off your feet and take you to [insert romantic exotic location here]. On the other end of the spectrum, you may be taking the initiative and hunting for Mr. Right at a highly romantic… bar or dance club.
If you’re a male, you’re probably out with your buddies, playing sports or complaining about how much money your last girlfriend stole from you. Or maybe you’re at that very same “romantic” bar or dance club, looking for a girl who might resemble someone you’d consider taking home. (Unlike her, though, you probably don’t care - or even realize - that it’s Valentine’s Day.)
… Or if you’re like me, you’re at home blogging about the whole ordeal.
Many single folks refer oh-so-lovingly to Valentine’s Day as “Singles Awareness Day,” alluding to all of the obvious social and commercial pressure to be in an ideal relationship, while apparently ignoring the fact that, ya know, not everybody has (or even wants) a significant other.
I propose an alternative.
Rather than merely being aware of us lone wolves, people should appreciate the fact that we’re not effectively doubling the amount of space we take on walkways or plaguing the world with PDA. … Or rather, we should appreciate our own singleness, because the couples are likely to be too absorbed in themselves, anyway. They appreciate each other. We appreciate ourselves. Everybody’s happy! Therefore, I propose that we change the official name of Valentine’s Day not to “Singles Awareness Day,” but to…
Singleness Makes Insipid Lives Extraordinary (SMILE) Day!
That’s right, you heard it here first. (I claim all copyrights.) Think about all of the things we’re not doing. We’re not imprisoning ourselves in a spiral of depression by whining to others like us. We’re not spending boatloads of money on fancy dinners or flowers that may not survive a week. We’re not fooling ourselves into thinking that our relationship isn’t going to end in favor of a “Spring Fling” three months from now. We’re not picking up diseases from random drunken hookups… at least most of us aren’t.
My message is this: Singleness is a gift to cherish, not an illness to eliminate. Being in a relationship has its obvious benefits (not just those kinds of benefits). But if you do everything right, you’ll never be single again once you’ve got a ring on your finger… and that moment comes closer with every passing day. Enjoy singleness while it lasts! 