Hi there I'm posting with a pretty strange request. I need to talk to someone about love. Over the last year or so I've pretty much decided to go for suicide. Obviously it's not something I've taken lightly - it took a while to get to the conclusion, and I don't want anyone to be hurt so I'm going to make it look like an accident (there's a notoriously dangerous stretch of cliff-top road where I live - 9 fatalities in the last year!) If I think hard about it, I guess the main reason is that I don't think believe in love anymore, and without love everything else seems kind of meaningless: we fuck to have kids and carry on the species or whatever, make money to ensure the well-being of our offspring... you know. It's not that I hate or dislike my wife (I raised my life insurance a few months back...) but it's just that I've realised we don;t LOVE each other - and how can we? There's really no such thing as love. It's like I used to believe in Santa and when I was four and my uncle told me Santa was a lie, I was devastated. And then when I was about 16 I realised God was completely implausible. And so all I had left was love. But I guess love is just something people made up to sell pop songs to teenagers. I'm 35 now and life is more practical than that. My wife wants me to stay in my design career even though I hate it, so we can have kids. And it's not that I disagree with her - kids are important and I can change careers later. It's just that it's all biological for her. That, and I've realised love doesn't exist. Anyway, I've decided an 'accident' is best for me (I'm typing this from an internet caf, if you're wondering). I'm giving it until Feb and then I'm going to bug out. I guess I'm just writing in case anyone has heard of any concrete arguments for the existence of love, because I think it's all BS. And without it, I feel like a complete tool, a cog in evolution. I'm pretty sure love is about as real as the tooth fairy. Sorry to bother you if you think I'm being too negative or something.