In part, it’s because it depresses the hell out of me - it reminds me that I have trouble finding someone I have enough in common with, who can put up with my shit, who I find attractive (and believe me, I’m not picky,) and who actually lives nearby.

More to the point though, all the Valentine’s Day stuff rubs it in the faces of people who have nobody. Unlike Christmas (which I object to on different grounds,) Valentine’s Day is a holiday you can’t participate in to its fullest extent unless you have someone to spend it with, or perhaps have someone that’s close (where you can use it as an excuse.) The best you’ll get out of it is a few cards from people who probably aren’t romantically interested in you*.

* I’m not knocking the cards I got today. I appreciate the thought that went into making them. It doesn’t make it any less depressing when I think about it, though.