One of my friends from college has struggled to make lasting and meaningful connections with people all her life. She suffers from loneliness while living out of her car. She gets passed up for promotions at Wal-Mart, despite having a four year degree and never missing a shift.
Some people get kicked while they’re down and have decades of encumbrances to ensure they never get back up.
For those individuals, Hallmark holidays can put an exclamation mark on what they don’t have. While the average happy human is flexing their logistical savvy to make Valentine’s Day a perfect experience, others say this:
Just another day, but with more reminders of love all around us, more than usual. Making Valentine’s Day inherently un-usual. And even moreso for those of us who’ve yet to obtain anything even remotely close to love. It rubs it in our faces, like salt to a wound.
Makes us long to feel what love must feel like. A fairytale dream that would be so wonderful, but it never comes true. And just when you think u’re close to obtaining it, your heart gets shattered into a million pieces. As though it’s no big deal, you’ll just get over it. But it is a big deal.
And it just sucks.
I’m glad it’s over.
