Happy Valentine's Day for all you lovers out there. The rest of us hate you. We're jealous, we hate your mushy crap, or both. It's "both" for me.
Added up, I probably have spent about six months of my life not being single. This, of course, largely consists of the time I experimented in college. Even then, that was hardly remarkable. Being single does bother me but I don't worry about it like I used to. You see, I used to have this romantic notion of finding a girl, marrying her, buying a house, and having kids. Each goal would be attained by a certain age. But as my life is clearly not on the track that I had hoped, I have come to accept that I don't know what's ahead. I don’t have lofty expectations anymore. So I take things as they come and try my best to make sure that I am making choices that will make me happy.
Maybe someday I will be able to celebrate this damn holiday with someone but I am not going to kick myself in the ass because I currently don't.