Feb. 14, aka Valentine’s Day, has changed from a celebration of saints to what it is today: the second worst day of the year. The worst day is Halloween, but that’s another story.

Why is Valentine’s Day so awful you ask? First off, you’re celebrating it wrong. Instead of focusing on the person you love and cherishing him or her, you bicker and it turns into an annually practiced fight. You get dressed up and go through so much just to always be let down because your loved one isn’t the perfect poster child you were hoping for.

Personally, if you forced me to put on clothes which aren’t even comfortable and sit in a restaurant only to wait close to an hour for my meal, while pretending that every year I want the same mediocre chocolates everyone else has…then you’re insane.

Ladies, 64 percent of men won’t make Valentine’s Day plans in advance. So that means there’s a higher chance of you sitting in that same restaurant, with the same food and the same chocolate.

How depressing.

The forty percent of Americans, myself included, who dislike Valentine’s Day have numerous things we would rather be doing with our lives…like not hosting an anti-Valentine’s Day party. That is just as much, if not more work than what you love-enthusiasts do. It causes me to spend a good couple of hours with people complaining about how single they are, when I could be getting to know the darker side of Netflix.

Originally, Valentine’s Day was once a pagan celebration for fertility. The Roman priests would gather in caves, sacrifice a goat or dog and cut the hide into strips to eventually to dip in sacrificial blood and slap women and crops with them. At the end of the day, bachelors would choose a name, and just like that they were married.

Talk about love, huh?

I personally love the thought of love. But not a kind of love that drains me of my money. On average, young adults under the age of 35 plan to spend $185 on Valentine’s Day. For someone who has trouble paying for a $10 T-shirt, that is entirely too much. I don’t know about you guys, but money doesn’t grow on trees for me. $185 is time and effort being wasted on one night you probably don’t even really care for.

So celebrate the madness if you want. But I will be enjoying the company of my favorite pajamas, my bed and most of all, not you.