President's Day

So today was a day of work, but not exactly a day of making money. It was kind of depressing and boring and really annoying because all the lovers of the world choose this weekend to show everyone how sappy and in love they are and propose and get married and generally make a big spectacle to anyone who is a big enough loser to not be able to make a spectacle of their own. Which is me, in case you didn't know.

And I started thinking about whether or not I ever got to make a spectacle, and realized that I hadn't. Boyfriends (or maybe they're actually just guys that I was sleeping with) don't seem to coincide with Valentine's day, my birthday, Christmas, or any other holiday that requires one to show that they care for another person. How clever. And today I went back in time to remember that there have only been two Valentine's days where I was with someone, but we never did anything. The first time, we both worked, he was broke, and I paid for the romantic dinner in NYC (along with the entire trip) a week later. The second person was struck down with food poisoning and I didn't seem him at all for four days. He said we would reschedule, but we never did. And then he dumped me.

So that's it. No wonder I hate it. Because Valetine's day is only for people who are loved, and I am clearly not one of those people. Yes, I try to let it go without a lot of fuss, but it often feels like everyone is rubbing it in your face with their red roses and heart spangled sweaters and adorably wrapped jewelry boxes with heard shaped brooches inside and their heart shaped boxes of chocolates and giant teddy bears bearing satin hearts and lingerie in red and pink and lace with hearts. It's fucked up to have a holiday that excludes in such a way.

Where is the single peoples' holiday? Is that what President's day is for? Anyway, I know I am going to be fighting the urge to punch someone in the face for the next few days. And I know that many people will deserve it.