Because everyone who doesn’t is insanely selfish.
Every year, around this Valentine’s Day time of year, I start hearing the complaints.
- “I hate Valentine’s Day.”
- “Valentine’s Day is depressing.”
- “Yeah, go have fun with your girlfriend.” (Said with a snotty head tilt)
I could imagine some guy not liking Valentine’s Day because it means he has to buy something for his girlfriend. But that’s not who I’m talking about. That’s a different issue.
What I’m talking about are all the people who don’t have Valentines. A lot of them hate Valentine’s Day. And complain about it. And so on. (It’s almost another Monday.)
They feel bad for themselves. They wish they had a boyfriend or girlfriend or husband or wife or fiance or whatever. So they’re miserable.
Not me.
I love Valentine’s Day. I love it because I love that other couples are outrageously happy. I love it because the air is filled with festivity and pheromones.
Perhaps most of all, I love Valentine’s Day because I don’t want to be that guy who hates it.
