Just like Christmas, birthdays and Halloween, Valentine's Day is inevitable like all the rest. There's no sense in dreading it or crossing it off your calendar because it'll come whether you want it to or not, despite how many narcissistic comments you might tweet about it. For all of the other lovely, independent people out there, my advice is to either, one: hunker down all day and binge watch as much Gilmore Girls as possible, or two: go out all night with all your girlfriends and wake up the next morning without any memory of it ever happening. Regardless of which option you go with, always finish Valentine's Day weekend with the same conclusion: going to Target and buying up all the discounted V-Day chocolate you can fit into your basket (and also all the champagne). Don't be sad friends, Valentine's Day isn't worth your gloomy, tumblr-copied text post tweets. Treat yourself to some chocolate, Netflix, and a bubble bath and call it a night. To all those taken on February 14, don't be offended when I don't like your cute couple pic on Instagram. I didn't choose the petty life, the petty life chose me.