I’ve always been one of those people trying to denounce the delusion of love. Even in that opening sentence there is an amazing anti-emotional bias. Realistically, I’d say that because of my grotesque appearance, I’d driven off any females I could have a relationship with, and because I’ve lacked relationships, I grow to spite all of those who do have one. It’s like petty jealousy, when someone else has something, you want it too, and hate those who have what you don’t.
From a young age and growing, I’ve had to witness many of my friends crash and burn through a briar patch of failed relationships. Each of them ending in a state much worse than when they’d began. My deduction from all of this was simply that love much be evil, and unworthy the time and effort of maintaining.
Eventually I stuck with these feelings, but in a completely hypocritically state, revoked them whenever I would enter a relationship.
Of course, because the base of the American population is being selectively hypocritical, any time I would get a girl of my own, I’d go against all my previous accusations of love and it being malicious and such. At least until we broke up, then it was right back into it being the worst thing on the planet.
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