Valentine’s Day is probably one of the most hated of holidays. It is the day psych hospitals are prone to becoming filled with people who are triggered by today. Then there are those who don't quite make it to the hospital as they have already decided to end their lives over what this day often triggers. Valentine’s Day is the day where the sight of all those couples with cute flowers and chocolates in their hands reminds others of their own failing relationship or what their relationship has always been lacking, but because it’s Valentine’s Day it’s like someone decided to take a giant highlighter or put up a neon sign that read: Your boyfriend/husband or girlfriend/wife never does or gives you *enter whatever it is you want them to do here that makes you hate others who have it on this day*. This is the day where people who were dumped are reminded that they were dumped even if the dumping happened Lord knows how many years ago.
This is what V-day means to me: Legend has it that Valentine was a priest who served during third century Rome. There was an Emperor at that time by the name of Claudius II. Emperor Claudius II decided that single men made better soldiers than those that were married. With this thought in mind he outlawed marriage for young men in hopes of building a stronger military base. Supposedly, Valentine decided this decree just wasn't fair and chose to marry young couples secretly. When Emperor Claudius II found out about Valentine's actions he had him put to death (Kaboose.com, 2012). Despite the fact that this is a legend, it is my favorite one because I know what it’s like to be told not to marry someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with and I feel that it is a representation of something worth fighting for: Love.
Hallmark just happened to make it crappy for everyone else.