I use the term “obligatory” because honestly I’m starting this post without my idea of what I’m going to write, but I feel like writing something anyways, so I’m taking a stab at it regardless.
I’m single, and I’ve been single for the better part of the last, shit, seven years. Since then, my life as it pertains to romantic pursuits has been as sporadic as locust swarms, and if that analogy’s too discreet, it’s to say that I have gotten very, very little activity over a long period of time. It’s impossible for me to say that there’s really anyone to blame for this drought but myself, as I’d be the first to admit that I have as much game as the Sega Saturn, to which if that analogy is too obscure, it’s to say that I’ve got very little game, period.
I don’t have anything against Valentine’s Day at all. I’m not one of those people who is bitter at the world because everyone is married or has significant others, and Valentine’s Day is a day when all couples do couple-y things and all that shit, because I know that if I were in a halfway decent relationship myself, I’d probably be involved in such activity as well. While I take solace in the fact that I can save my money from the flowers, cards, candy and dinner, I’m not going to lie, it would be nice to have a someone in my life at times.
Yes, I do admit that I get lonely from time to time, but I also know that my life can’t possibly end up going this route forever. Eventually, somewhere down the road, I know I’ll meet someone. I don’t denounce love by any means, and I’d like to think that I’d like to get married someday, and maybe even have a kid or two.
There are a lot of things I could say on this particular subject, but I fear I’d be opening up more than I’d really want to. So I’ll end it with the note that I am single, I am admittedly lonely from time to time, but I do not hate Valentine’s Day, I am not distraught, emo or miserable, and I most certainly do believe in a thing called love.
