My Facebook page today is a hemorrhage of red and pink and white, with post after post extolling the virtues of wedded bliss.
As a yet-to-be-married woman, I have to tell you… I’m pretty dang happy this Valentine’s Day, as many single people are. Maybe we should celebrate that too.
You see, today I woke up and there was no one sitting on my couch in a stained t-shirt playing Call of Duty instead of looking for a job.
My checking account had not been overdrafted by anybody.
A toddler did not throw up on my best pair of Steve Maddens.
I didn’t have to pick four pairs of dirty boxers up off the floor to get to the bathroom, which I used with no interruptions.
I started planning a bucket list photography trip to Multnomah Falls without anyone’s permission.
No one accused me of being selfish.
When I tripped on the way out of the door this morning, no one laughed at me.
Nobody reminded me that I don’t look like 25-year-old Teri anymore.
I wasn’t anyone’s whipping boy because of a bad day at work.
When hot single men smiled at me, I smiled back if I felt like it, without guilt.
I hope all of my married friends enjoy the roses and candy and parking fees and bumper-to-bumper traffic and long dinner lines, as well as the unfair, confusing, and unspoken commercialized rules you somehow have to obey on this day. Believe me, I feel for you more than I envy you.
But to all of my fellow singles? Have a blast today. Eat garlic. Go to the beach for no reason. And whatever you do, have the best, freest, dopest, most awesome Valentines Day ever.