It seems once Valentine's Day draws near, every site on the world wide web begins throwing around "single individual survival guides." As a single person, I discover this to end up being a ludicrous practice. A survival manual? Really, a "survival guide??" This's designed to help? Survival manuals are for individuals which are frantic lost in the wilderness, freezing, starving, as well as hunted by zombies or bears. Evidently that's what me as well as the single brethren of mine are to the non-single world: the metaphorical equivalent of Ash away from the film, "The Evil Dead" Of course, even Ash found love in "Army of Darkness."

I have virtually no issues with Valentine's Day. It's a good day for people who appreciate one another to take time out to celebrate that love. You will probably be one of those that say, "you shouldn't need one day to be romantic, you have to do it every single day of the year." Come on, be serious. Each day, you need to in addition show your mother and father you love them, show thanks for all you have, celebrate the religion of yours, value the independence of yours, honor those who struggled for us in days gone by, and respect the folks that work for you. Though I don't hear people clamoring to get rid of Mother's Day, dark age rating Father's Day, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Independence Day, veterans and Memorial Day, and Administrative Professional's Day (formerly Secretary's Day). And also suitable for you skeptical folk purchasing into citified myths, Hallmark did not invent Valentine's Day. They simply took something another person invented and turned it right into a cash cow. Kind of like Vanilla Ice did when he "borrowed" the guitar riff from Queen and David Bowie's "Under Pressure." Yes, I simply likened Hallmark to Vanilla Ice. I wonder if Hallmark creates a greeting card for that...
If perhaps we eliminated all holidays which honor things we have to be doing anyway, would not we be left with a bunch of useless holidays? Like Groundhog's Day? Though to be good, Groundhog's Day comes with the huge value of guaranteeing that some TV station will run the film "Groundhog Day," which is cause to celebrate in as well as of itself. But I digress...
Valentine's Day is a fine way for couples to celebrate, but implying that single folk need a "survival guide" is just ludicrous. It really makes things worse. Rather than simply happily going about our business around this particular time of year, we're continually reminded of the singleness of ours. It is like the guy that breaks your leg and subsequently sells you crutches. "Hey thanks friend for solving a problem I didn't have until you produced it..."
The sad thing is that single folk buy into this. I applied so you can get down on the Valentine's Days that I was single. "Woe is me! Precisely why is everybody else on love but me?" I actually used to throw "anti-Valentine's Day" people exactly where individual men and women will get together and observe by far the most unromantic films possible, including "Firestorm" with Howie Long.
(The best possible "anti-Valentine's Day" party I actually had was when me and about eight single guy buddies got together and viewed a WWE pay-per-view. Nothing says, "We do not need women" like watching 3 solid hours of half naked males beating one another up. But I digress...)
Next there came a Valentine's Day in which all of the buddies of mine had been often dating or even of town. I felt a feeling of dread creeping up, like the feeling you obtain when a person leaves you a voicemail that just says, "Give me a telephone call, we have to talk." I was going to be individual as well as on your own on Valentine's Day! Oh no! Fortunately, I'd a few minutes of lucidity and thought directlyto the good words of Eleanor Roosevelt, "No on will make you think tiny without your consent." By celebrating "Anti-Valentine's Day" I was just offering significance and power to it. The far better approach was to just ignore it. It is similar to coping with Paris Hilton; in case we will all just stop paying attention, she would vanish entirely.
And that's been the case ever since. No more parties, no more depression. In this way, Valentine's Day is much like every other day. I plan to get up, conduct some work, try making some individuals laugh, have fun, and go to sleep just tickled pink with who I am and what I am up to (and of course, I fully grasp the irony of telling you I'm disregarding Valentine's Day in an article discussed Valentine's Day, so don't bother pointing it out there to me...).