Editor’s Note: Opinion columns are opinions. Specifically, the are the opinions of the writer, in this case, Emilie Armstrong; These opinions are not necessarily those of the entire newspaper staff, high school, etc. 

Ew. Gross. Love. Balloons that will eventually deflate, jewelry that will eventually be lost (or if we’re talking about high school relationships, probably pawned), and chocolate that really tastes terrible. All of the above describe the one day of the year that is all about the colors pink and red, is associated with hearts, and normally has to do with your significant other, or in most cases, your Netflix account.

Valentine’s Day. The day that makes guys broke and girls cry. It seems like the day that is supposed to be about love, but turns out to be a competition between girls to see who can get the largest bouquet of flowers. Doesn’t everyone really feel bad for the male gender? Every girl expects something from them. Girls aren’t grateful, they just expect some lavish gift. And guys spend a ton, impressing the greedy gender that is the female. It’s like half of his life’s savings shoved into a small bush of flowers that will just sit there and die. The shelf life of this love is only as long as the flowers stay fresh.

What about the people that are alone (like your’s truly here)? Everyone seems to think that we just sit at home on Valentine’s Day, all by ourselves and just cry. Or eat ice cream maybe? And you’re exactly right. I might even go out of my way to buy myself one of those bears that are the size of my bed to shed my tears into. Or find one of the hearts, filled with like 50 pieces of chocolate. Those aren’t even good. There’s really only one good milk chocolate or caramel something. The rest are dark chocolate, raspberry filled, bleh. But they really understand how Valentine’s Day makes me feel. Bleh. No, just kidding. That doesn’t happen. Valentine’s Day is really just another day in February.

If there is a day for this stuff we call love, then shouldn’t there be a day called “Loner Day” or maybe, “Those people that are too beautiful and comedically genius to ever need a person to love them… Day.” Just for the sake of anyone that might feel that way, let’s just go ahead and make February 14th just another day of the week. How about a petition to get rid of Valentine’s Day? Because, I’m tired of throwing year-old chocolate at that one baby flying around, trying to shoot people with his magic heart arrows.