Hatred Case

The day I'm going to get married I want to look awful, dirty, lousy, unattractive, anything that would repel my groom. I would not bother considering marriage at all. I do not believe in love, much more the existence of it.

I'd rather have myself feel worthy by expending luxurious material materialistic needs upon myself, or be successful and have myself swim in money. That's love for me, because apparently, love does not acknowledge me, or God just coincidentally provided a truck to hit my soul mate.

Love as a feeling is unreal. It can be erased or reversed by changing your point of view. Is that what you call love? Then I don't want it. Love as a motive creates. Ergo the universe in which you play and anything you consider art. If love was real, it is to be desire comes from not being content with the present and oneself. Therefore, love is a second generation removed from dissatisfaction. Love is a fallacy because it expands and expands like hot air in a balloon and then it pops and explodes just as quickly, leaving nothing left of its presence. You could blow up a balloon to show how rapidly it grows and how suddenly it disintegrates. It's a fallacy because it is a feeling and an emotion and nothing else.

Consider love as lust, because man erects and woman gets wet. Love is to feel nothing but pleasure.