Fourteenth February for everything loneliness sits on. In
case if you are in Afghanistan, it's Valentine's Day. One of the finest
outcomes of human civilization. In fact, second only to material consumerism.
However, there are mutants lurking on this planet who don't know what to do
with themselves on this specific day. Better put, they don't know what role
they play—if at all, that is—in the grand schemes of romantic permutations. You
can't blame them. They are singles who've got nothing to do with tennis. Their
singledom manifests itself in their hands every now and then. Or fingers.
Whatever. So apparently, the worst part about being single is you are………
single. At least it appears that way from the outside. If you're poor too, then
God bless you! Being single and broke might teach you invaluable lessons in
micro-financing but it doesn't provide the economy with the much-need
love-me-love-you boost it annually requires in February, you see? And it is
quite bizarre to celebrate Valentine's Day when you pretend to be deeply in
love with yourself. You just don't know what to do. You can't blend in. That is
passé. So what do you do? You become invisible to the choices that lie ahead of
you. For instance, you download movies that got nominated at Oscars. You
download movies that got criminally snubbed at Oscars. You somehow go through
the day ignoring the colour red that dominates the visuals on your streets and
almost everywhere. You wonder whether you should start sniffing around as well.
Maybe it's just a one-day phase and you won't need someone tomorrow. However,
single life is difficult when both your forearms hate you.
“You are too awesome to be single!” - a girl you like who is
not single
