This is your brain. This is your brain on love.

I knew there was a scientific reason why I'm so fucked up.

Love sick

I hate Valentine's Day. Oh, sure everyone says they hate Valentine's Day, but I really, really hate Valentine's Day.

It just proves how insanely inadequate I am at this whole "love" thing. Oh, I've been in love bunches of times. It's just that people I fall in love with have a tendency to not love me back. And I tend to not be in love with the people who fall in love with me.

There's this universal human experience of being loved by someone you love that everyone is supposed to have and I'm at a loss. So I feel like a freak of nature about this time of year. Well, I usually feel like a freak of nature, but especially this time of year.

I can't drink beer either. I don't know what it is, but it makes me sick. I can't finish one bottle without getting sick. I miss the drunk part and go right to the vomiting. That's what love has been like for me. I miss the happy drunken part and head straight for the toilet.

I told this all to a friend of mine last night over drinks. She looked at me like I was an idiot.

"Whatever! Lots of people have never been in love. Love is overrated."

We moved on to her love problem: an emotionally and spiritually fulfilling yet sexless relationship. We had another round and talked about speed dating and taking glass blowing lessons.

I left the bar feeling better than I had in a long time. Despite never having had a relationship worthy of a romantic comedy or a diamond commercial, I'm doing okay. I'm doing more than okay.

I still hate Valentine's Day, though.