(This is cross-posted at BlogHer.)
Every year in the weeks leading up to Valentine’s Day, we inevitably read the same kind of material as we did the year before: articles about how not to be depressed if you don’t have a date; tips on what to buy your sweetie if you have one; people who are depressed and bitter about their single status; and people like me who say the holiday doesn’t bother them one bit.
I’ve had my personal blog for over seven years, and up until 2007 I didn’t bother addressing the holiday at all (I confirmed this today when I went looking through my archives to refresh my memory). But I did write about it in 2007, and then again in 2009.
Do you know what means a lot more to me than cards, candy, flowers, and other miscellaneous gifts? The relationships I have with people. Yesterday, I had two male friends meet me at a furniture sale in DC and then we all went out to lunch. That afternoon, I spent time in Georgetown with another male friend and we went out to dinner. And then last night I went to a bar to celebrate a girlfriend’s birthday. Today my friend Jeff (who I met through blogging) answered my distress call when he brought over a shovel and dug my car out of its snowy parking spot.
(I realized after the fact that he was wearing a red coat. Happy Valentine’s Day, indeed!)
All of the things I just mentioned make me very happy. I don’t feel deprived or sad, and I definitely don’t feel like I’m missing out on anything.
If Valentine’s Day is about celebrating relationships, then I’ve got it covered.