It’s February and that can only mean one thing.

The day of extreme sadness and/or loneliness, as a friend of mine refers to it, is almost here.

I’m sure you know it as Valentine’s Day.

If you love someone, then shouldn’t you show your love everyday of the year?

When you’re young, I can justify celebrating Valentine’s.

You get to eat lots of candy, exchange cool cards and the half-day at school doesn’t hurt.

It cracks me up too because so many people put so much pressure on themselves and their significant other.

There are many rumors that surround Valentine’s Day.

One rumor is that St. Valentine, a priest during the rule of Claudius II in Rome, outlawed marriage because he thought single men made better soldiers.

St. Valentine believed this was wrong and continued to perform marriages for young lovers in secret.

Claudius then had him beheaded because of his disobedience.

The second theory is Valentines Day was moved to the middle of the month in an effort to “Christianize” the pagan celebration of Lupercalia.

Lupercalia was a fertility festival dedicated to Faunus, the Roman god of agriculture, as well as to the Roman founders Romulus and Remus.

Priests would then sacrifice a goat, strip the goat’s hide into strips, dip them into the sacrificial blood and then slap both women and crops with the goat’s hide.

This was believed to make the women more fertile and the crops more successful.

People really think this is romantic? Please.

It’s a commercialized holiday that takes advantage of dumb saps that want to impress that girl or boy.

You know what impresses me more than flowers on Feb. 14? Flowers on June 8.  

My Valentine’s Day plans are simple. Get up and go about my day as usual.

Probably have lunch with some good friends and then a night in with my fiancé.

Nothing better.