With the yearly dredge of me ending up single on Valentine's Day for the last 25 years, I think I might be going for a record. Not to single (excuse the pun) myself out, but I really don't know why there's so much fuss about a singular (there I did it again) day of the year where one should celebrate the institution of love.
Hypothetically speaking - shouldn't you be loving your significant other EVERY day of the year? Isn't that the mystical, romanticised pursuit that we call love?
What excites me are the deviating groups of people who try and counter-act against Valentine's Day. People who have either become disillusioned, been disappointed or embraced the apathy towards LuvDay.
You have your Chocolate Bingers, Anti-Valentine corroborators, the Grey's Anatomy clan and the Anti-Monogamists.
Hopefully you know what I'm talking about. These people convulse at the thought of saccharine gestures such as picnics in parks, bottles of champagne being popped, strawberries being dipped in cream, adult contemporary music acting as an aural aphrodisiac or oysters acting as an oral aphrodisiac.
The Chocolate Bingers embrace the fact that they are single by indulging in their self-pity via chocolate. Not just your front-of-the-store Cadbury or Nestlé. No, they go all out as only Lindt or boutique Belgian chocolate would suffice.
Anti-Valentine corroborators are the infantile opponents of love. They either tell everyone how much they hate love, or they just burn Hallmark cards with hearts on them. That's their statement, and it's pretty lame.
The Grey's Anatomy clan snuggle up with their teddy bears, warm water bottles, a glass of wine and swoon over impossibly good looking medical practitioners. Usually a slow building ballad will play as someone dies of pneumonia or a car crash. The clan cries. They are concordantly satisfied.
Anti-monogamists just want to get laid and frown upon staying true to you one love. They are not polygamists. They are just looking to get laid. Really, that's all.
Then you see photos of couples in newspapers, holding hands, kissing, sending each other messages recollecting memories of how they met and why they are still together.
Have we become cynical because of the sugary sweetness of love, or perhaps the commercialisation thereof?
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