A bitter man blogs

I thought I'd never write about this supposed celebration of love anymore, but here I am.

I guess today was just a bad day for me. Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, you'd say. I actually woke up at half past seven today, which is much later than usual, especially considering that I slept at a little before ten last night.

I log into Facebook - I know, I've been blogging a lot over the past year over things I see on Facebook, but it's part of my job, so forgive me - anyway, I log into Facebook and I see lots of people posting photos of either the flowers they have received, or the chocolates they have received. Or cheesy lines.

Okay, they're mostly ladies posting. The guys? Mostly Valentine's-themed memes and viral videos. I don't know what makes those romantic.

I did wake up on the wrong side of the bed. I'm pretty sure I shrugged this all off this time last year. Today, though, I was more annoyed than usual. It seems everybody, literally everybody, is falling in love.

Cue my usual complaints. Year after year people say I will find that special someone. I probably heard that from Clarence when we were still frosh. Probably from Denise during the "hint hint" days. (Hello, Sam. You will understand that sentence.) Probably from Cha during the "mental exercise" days. You know. The usual things. Right now things are crappy, but soon you'll find that one person who'll really make your heart flutter. That soulmates things.

But sooner or later you run out of patience. You've been waiting for so long. Where is that one person? I've been waiting for so long. Where the hell are you, one person?

Yes, I sound like I've regressed. It used to be that this time of year, every year, I'd be pointlessly pining for someone. Then again, who isn't? And then again, it's not like I've spent the past couple of years feeling nothing. In my case, there are people who, for one reason or another, excite you, probably some Australian who's mixed and has worked in British radio stations even I've never heard of. (Hello, Icka. You will understand that sentence.) You know, little things that excite you.

And then you realize that, maybe, just maybe, that one person is out there - and by "out there" I mean "within two degrees of me". Of course you'll entertain the idea. Bad move on my part? Probably. But I eventually snapped out of it. I've pointed it out before. We always fall for people who are unattainable. No matter how much I convince myself that I have lots in common with you, well, why bother? One already has a boyfriend. The other... you get the idea.

So what of the idea that there is someone out there for me? Do I have to wait longer? How much longer? And while I wait, what do I do when all of you start schmoozing around, pulling off grand gestures and emptying all the flower shops?

Usually my sort would cope by either declaring that today is Single Awareness Day (or, as the kids call it nowadays, I believe, Forever Alone Day), or complain about the fact that today is just a holiday for the capitalists. (After all, people like Regine Velasquez - or at least the version of her who can bike from Alabang to Tagaytay - want nothing but to empty her flowers and get our money.) But as the years go by, more and more people find no need to settle for such things, because they have someone.

And for people like me, who are still waiting? Nobody gives a damn. Especially today.

More so when things don't get better like many promise.

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