Alone on Saint Valentine’s Day

In my thinking about blog posts for this month of February, I had seriously considered writing exclusively about love. However, as the quotation by Ursula K. LeGuin at the top of my blog states, I had no idea what was coming. Thus, much of what I have written has to do with lunacy, protests, prejudice, evil, and Blogger screw-ups. There isn’t much love in any of those subjects.

I suppose I am the kind of person who ought to be always in love. Perhaps I am overly romantic. Maybe that’s because I was born of February 14th—Saint Valentine’s Day. I really don’t know. I do know that although I am in love at the present moment, I am also alone: the woman I love just happens to be in love with another man.

And I really don’t like not being in a romantic relationship, especially as my birthday approaches. I am certain I am not alone in that feeling. I have heard many people say that they “hate” to be alone on Valentine’s Day. For example, another blogger posted these words not long ago:

I need a man
I hate Valentines Day
enough said

And I responded:

I need a woman.
Valentine’s Day is my birthday.
I hate being alone on my birthday.
Enough said.

There is so much hype and advertising leading up to Valentine’s Day that those of us not in a mutually loving relationship can feel left out. It is as if everyone in the world except me will spend February 14th with a lover. That hurts, especially when February 14th is one’s birthday.

Enough said.