single awareness day

Recently, reading through various blogs, I've noticed an alarming trend. Scarier than long, false fingernails (to anyone who wears these: aren't you worried you're going to impale yourself in the eye?) and horror movies.
(I realised recently that, were I living in such a world, I would be that dumb blonde who accidentally trips over something and reveals her exact location to the villain.) (...does it show that I never watch horror movies?)

I speak, of course, of the upcoming Valentine's Day.

Seriously. Why are there already so many posts about this holiday? We're not even in February yet, people.

And okay, maybe I'm a little bitter. I was at the doctor's office today, booking another appointment...

Receptionist: how does February the 14th work for you?
Me: oh, that'll be fine...Wait a second, that's Valentine's Day!
Receptionist: is that a problem?
Me:...no...

However, I must say that my prospects are better than they were at this time last year. I- in my youthful folly- belonged to student council. They- in their youthful folly- okay no, they were just weird- decided that we should go spread cheer and love to the general population by becoming singing telegrams. (Yes, because everyone single needs another reminder that no one wants to sing to them?

I'll just go sit in a café alone in the corner with my newspaper...no big deal... I'll wear my pink glasses for some concession to holiday cheer, and eat chocolate (what a hardship!) and people-watch until I can't bear the sweetness anymore...

At least Grumpy Cat understands me.