It’s coming…Valentine’s Day on Facebook. Cue up the scary music. The site will be filled with photos of romantic dinners, flowers delivered to the office, tributes to partners and a succession of old wedding albums. By it’s very nature, FB is already like middle school, with quizzes to see which character from Game of Thrones you are, being tagged in photos and having your friend count up front and visible. How many people can you get to sign your yearbook? Usually that’s easy to overlook, but on Valentine’s Day? Not so much. If you’re not part of a couple, it’s simultaneously boring and humiliating to get love bombed by other people’s relationships. I can’t help but ask, “what’s wrong with me that I’m alone?” Some days, I’m sure it’s because I’m as flawed as the woodblock Valentine cards I tried to make for friends and family. My carving is crooked and jagged, my message came out backwards and my inking technique is seriously bad. I was too embarrassed to mail them because they showed me in such an unflattering light. The more I looked at it, though, the more I liked it. It’s passionately red and it’s funny as hell. It’s willing to take on something new and fail at it. It’s sincere and unselfconscious, and it’s also screwed-up and sorry and foolish. It’s a mess! It’s the me and you that never shows up on Facebook, the morning-breath side of love, the middle-schooler who’s always a beginner at love. Maybe I’ll mail them out next year just the way they are, but in the meantime, I’ll just stay off Facebook on Valentine’s Day.