I’d say single people’s reactions to Valentine’s Day says all you need to know about them. 

Some take the opportunity to yell about a commercialized Hallmark celebration of consumerism and materialism. They cringe and crack at genetically-modified roses while blogging about their superior, anti-love plans for this superficial holiday. How charming. 

Others complain and moan that this day is a cruel reminder for single people to find somebody to love. They think posting self-deprecating memes about being ~forever alone~ will make Sam from Chemistry 101 finally notice them. I promise, it won’t. 

Finally, there are the accepting, perhaps delusional advocates for this day of love. Those single kids who embrace cartoon hearts and extra sweet hugs because, well, why not? Is it insane to consider we can love the idea of love without someone to share it with? 

Now, I understand the gut reaction to reject any day that reminds you of your possible romantic distress, but I also believe this day is a gentle reminder of one’s disposition versus their actual situation. Turns out you are just as single the day before Valentine’s Day and the day after. From one perpetually single person to another, hating Valentine’s Day does not make you look like a better person, and it definitely won’t make more people fall for you. You don’t need a cutie to validate that you’re likable on this day, because you are, every day of the year. Maybe it’s naive for a nineteen-year-old to say, but just play along.