Cupid has bad aim

For decades, countless knots and heart strings have been pulled to a bulging tightness underneath February 14th’s stars.

Mouths act as singing greeting cards, opening with words that someone else was paid to write and closing with loose bindings in hope that the other person will say more than just “thank you.”

Simply, Valentine’s Day puts relationships under a hot lamp and makes them talk.

Before one gets bored because he or she feels as though what is written is another pessimistic article on why it is that Valentine’s Day is SO awful, he or she should know that the purpose of this article is not to arouse some sort of anarchy against Valentine’s Day, but rather to give one a different perspective of the commonly dreaded holiday.

On Valentine’s day, we seem to wear blinders on each side of our faces allowing us to believe that our valentine must be a man or woman that wouldn’t mind kissing us on the mouth.

Valentine’s Day: (n) a day when it is traditional to send a card or show affection for someone that he or she loves.

Valentine’s Day is practically begging all humans to participate. Affection is not always physical, and love does not always pertain to marriage.

So – if you are single, or a “lady who has many cats,” do not get in your own head this Valentine’s day. Tell a few people that you love them: your mom, and your dad, and your brother, and your sister, and your best friend, and your teacher, and your pastor, or maybe your Rabi, and that guy you go walking with on Thursdays, and the girl who always gives you a dollar off your coffee every morning, and your yoga instructor, and maybe even your grandma, and your cats, and the cashier that always lets you use your expired coupons,  and perhaps, your mail man.

Love comes in many forms, not just 6’2” and brown eyes.