St. Valentines Day, The Day of Self-Hatred.
Today is the worst holiday of the year. It is the day that was created to sell more greeting cards. It is a day to celebrate things that do not last. Candy, Flowers, Beauty, Lust, Infatuation, Flirtation.
It screams at people, saying that if you are not half of a pair then you are a sad, pathetic loser and you better keep out of sight on this day of red and pink and white.
Red for blood. Pink for flesh. White for the sheet to cover the body.
I declare it open season on cupid. Stop that little bastard in his tracks.