I have suicidal fantasies every day. I think that my life is pointless. Not life generally, just my life in particular, but this would apply to many people. Being unemployed and career oriented, there's no point to existing, hence my suicidal fantasies, free at last! Only I'm not man enough to do this, such a coward. Even when I'm in a relatively good mood, I imagine a red button next to me (like the ones you can buy at Staples office supply) that I can press and thereby cease to exist, to become nothingness in the blink of an eye. And who would know the difference? I even think, when I die, burn me twice, so there aren't even any ashes to dispose, to not have a funeral, to erase every trace of me, ah, what a waste I am. That's what I call perfection, because all I do is consume irreplaceable resources and create irreducible waste. But then, is this not true for all of us?