On Valentines Day, it’s really easy to slip into being mopey when your relationship status is single. However, I’ve gone through the routine enough times that I just ignore all the “Single Awareness Day” hate. Yes, I’m single. But I’m happily single. I have no reason to be miserable on Valentines Day.
So, I’ve started playing a game: How can I celebrate this romantic holiday in the most strange/ironic way possible?
Over the years, I’ve had some great moments.
During my junior year of high school, February 14th landed on a Sunday. My parents were away for the weekend, so it was just my little brother and I in the house. We skipped church and I spent the entire day reading the unabridged version of Victor Hugo’s Les Misérables. The best part is I spent the majority of the afternoon plowing through the fifty page tangent where Hugo describes all the details of convent life. Because there’s nothing more romantic than soaking in all there is to know about nuns!
Then there’s my sophomore year of college. Valentines was on a Thursday. After class, I spent my afternoon and evening judging a speech meet for the local high school. The categories I had to judge were Serious Prose and Serious Drama. This meant three hours of high schoolers describing suicide, abuse, rape, death, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, eating disorders, etc. Talk about getting you in the romantic mood!
Last year, Valentines was on a Friday. Virginia Woolf was my Valentine and I spent the afternoon in the library reading Mrs. Dalloway. (As you can see by this post, our relationship didn’t really work out in the long run.)
This year, I am determined to live up to its ironic potential. Once again, I’m spending the day judging speech. This time, I’ll be at a massive meet in the cities. Most of my day will be spent on a cold school bus and the rest will be spent sitting rounds filling out critique sheets. If I’m lucky, I’ll get a handful of depressing categories.
Also, because I don’t have a significant other, I’ve chosen William Shakespeare as my Valentine. We’re covering Titus Andronicus at the moment in class, which is absolutely perfect. Warm fuzzies abound.
So, readers. Now you know about my weird Valentines Day traditions. Please remember this is all in good fun. I’m not actually obsessed with depressing stories. I also don’t use these as coping mechanisms. It’s true that I really, really look forward to the day I actually have a significant other to spent the holiday with. Until then, I’ll remain happily single and will continue to find weird, quirky ways to celebrate February 14.
How are you celebrating Valentines Day?