For recovering narcissists like me, Valentine’s Day can be a rather melancholy occasion of introspection, rather than a celebration of shared love and affection.

My question is: if I’m as talented, witty, creative, interesting and fabulous as I think I am- then why am I no one’s Valentine? Is my innate wonderfulness simply too intimidating for others to comfortably process? Am I just too gnarly to handle? The answer eludes my superior intellect.