Ok
The deal about hating Valentine's Day is not because if I was in a relationship (god forbid) that I would choose to celebrate the day with lavish gifts, or make it some huge gala event, more that it is all about the
choice.
If you're in any way in a partnership with another person, you have the CHOICE whether to celebrate it, and yes, a lot of it is a load of schmaltz, schmuck and any other commonly used yiddish derivative.
When you're single, you feel as if every petal of every flower of every bunch that is delivered to every person is slicing through your heart with razor sharp edges. Because you know that for every well-meaning (and yes it is appreciated

) dismissal of the day by someone in a relationship, that implies that they don't need to celebrate - because they have that every day.
"hastily scrawled love-note on office paper"....NEWSFLASH...that is about a million times more romantic than anything that has happened to me in oh, probably near on 2 years. The last time i took a guy home he vomited in my bed and that about sums up my lovelife. Vomit worthy.
So, to sum up, it's that ability to disregard days of love like Valentine's day that stings; that implication that you don't even NEED a special day, while some of us in single land would die of coronary arrest if romance reared its ugly head on one day alone.
And I normally don't mind being single

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Apologies, this should probably be in the rants thread or single thread, but it's appropriate for here too I guess.