This is not going to be another Valentine’s Day column. They’re tired, overdone and cliché.

No, this is not going to be me prattling on about a holiday loved — and conversely hated — by many.

But if I were going to write such a column, I might talk about how Valentine’s Day gets a lot of flack for no reason. I would talk about how I probably should hate this day, considering the fact that I’ve never been on a real Valentine’s Day date, and I have been single for a good two years now.

I might talk about how overrated it is to go out and spend hundreds of dollars on someone just to show how much you care about them, when you should be showing them how much you care every day.

This is not going to be one of those columns, though.

Because if this was going to be one of those columns, I would certainly proclaim (with much anguish) how tough it is to be the perpetual single girl in the room. I would tell you all how much it sucks to be the one who’s asked by friends each year to baby-sit their kids or who’s always scheduled to work.

I would be remiss if I left out of that column how much I wish I was going to get flowers from someone this year and how pathetic I feel for even writing that. If I was going to write that type of column, I know I would talk about how I hate being able to count on one hand the number of friends I have who are single and how — though I love them dearly — I don’t want to spend another V-Day with them at dinner.

But I swear this isn’t one of those columns.

Not to mention the fact that I could easily talk about how after 23 years I feel like I deserve a date, but will probably spend the night with a bottle of wine and my favorite guys — Nicholas Sparks, Milton Hershey and my dog Hank, of course.

If I wanted to write a Valentine’s Day column, I could talk about a myriad of emotions, ranging from happiness to angst to bitterness to resignation of my single-state.

I would write about how happy I am for my friends who are planning special nights for their significant others and how sweet it is for them to ask my advice on what they should do though I’m probably the worst suited person to ask.

I could take it around in circles and say V-Day really isn’t all that terrible. For all of the positive and negative marks of the day, when you get down to the heart of it it’s just another day to go above and beyond to show someone you care about them.

I might ask you all to consider the single people in the world and be grateful you aren’t one of them, while also telling all of the single people to stop moping and be grateful you aren’t dropping a couple hundred of dollars in the name of love.

I would tell you to enjoy your night, no matter what your plans may be. And if you don’t have any plans with friends or someone special, that’s OK, too. It’s just another Friday night, and it’s the perfect opportunity to sit at home and catch up on sleeping and Netflix anyway.

Love it or hate it, one thing is for sure: Valentine’s Day is upon us and I will not be sad to see it pass (is anyone else going to buy enough half-price candy for the rest of the year?).

And for all of that, I have to say I’m sorry — I guess this did turn into one of those columns, after all.