I am single.

In fact, I have ALWAYS been single on Valentine’s Day, which must be a sick joke of that sadistic cherub, I guess. Usually, this makes February 14th a dreadful occasion, but this year, I am dealing with a new feeling unlike any year prior: I am depressed, apathetic, belligerently drunk, inexplicably excited.

I am so over the whole “Boo Hoo Valentines Day, let’s pretend it’s not happening” and “my best friend is my Valentine! Yay- girl date!” Those things work for some people, but not me. Not anymore. Rather than sulk or eat 4-days-worth of calories of crappy Russel Stover chocolate, I am going to do something a) wild b) atypical and c) really effing awesome.

I am going to a rave.

I don’t think that Benny Benassi and blaring supwoofers will solve all of my romantic woes, but I do know that it will take me out of the rut I would be stuck in on campus and into a place where all I have to do is just dance (it’ll be OK, do do do do). And I will probably be having more fun than some of my in-love friends.

Now techno and American Apparel rave gear are not everyone’s style, and maybe not all of you live in a city where raves are prevalent, but the bottom line is that if you are flying solo today, be open-minded, spontaneous and positive. If you sulk or try to drown your sorrows in Skyy (or in a random, sup par, boy’s pillow), you will hate your February 15th even more than the 14th.

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