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Valentine's day. Freaking Valentine's Day.
If you believe everything you read, 40% of people admit to feeling alone, sad or depressed on Valentine's Day. A single day. One. Out of 364 days out of the year; but it's the one day that stresses the hell out of people. Especially single people. It makes you second-guess if you're doing something wrong with your life because once again, you have no date, no prospects and nothing but a tub of Ben and Jerry's and some serious waterproof mascara.
To be honest, if I could choose, I'd rather be fighting back a herd of ravenous zombies at the beginning of an apocalypse rather than celebrating Valentine's Day. It's such a merchandise-driven day. A Hallmark holiday, if you will.
I should know, I'm majoring in marketing.
Truth is, romance and I don't go together.
We're like water and oil.
We don't coexist well.
Or rather, we don't coexist at all.
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The worst part is that every year the torture seems to last longer. The moment the New Year's fireworks fizzle out, you can hear the dreams of single folk being extinguished with dull displays of candy and disgusting hearts around every corner. I remember the old days, when the marketing strategies started around the first days of the month. Not anymore. Now, it's prolonged exposure to the misery.
