I admit it. I am a sap. I love Valentine's Day. I mean, what isn't to like? It's a day devoted to sex and candy, and grand declarations of love. Upstairs just a few minutes ago, someone proposed to his girlfriend as she was getting off the elevator from work, complete with balloons and a trumpet player, and a song he sang just for her. I don't even know this person--I was just walking through the lobby to our office--and I got all verklempt. How can you not be swept along by the hopefullness and joy of a moment like that?
I get why some of my more stoic friends find all this mushiness to be too much. I know all the statistics about divorces, and I recognize the consumerist underpinnings of it all, and I know about conflict diamonds and abusive relationships and blah, blah, blah. I know that if you are alone and wish you weren't, all of this might feel like a reminder of that, some other way society is telling you that you are less-than because you are uncoupled. But I nonetheless think love is worth celebrating. What else in your life makes you feel so gosh-darn good? What else makes getting up and slogging through the more unpleasant parts of your day seem worth it?
It's Valentine's Day! Go love someone. Spread happiness. Maybe eat a cupcake.