An alert to the powers that be.

My name is May, and I do not believe in love.
That's right. I don't believe in love. It's not logical and it can't be logically explained, so I for one do not believe in love.
I know. I know. It's crazy not to believe in something that every other god-forsaken individual in this god-forsaken city on this god-forsaken planet believes in, but I am (or so it would seem that I am), one of those queer (and I mean that in the most un-gay way possible), individuals who is referred to as a non-conformist.
So deal with it.
I know. I know. I'm a bit of a self-described hippie (albeit I don't smoke pot), and hippies are supposed to believe that all you need is love so it must subsequently be simultaneously impossible to be a hippie and not believe in love. But I am and I do. Or rather, I am and I don't. Don't believe in love, that is.
Allow me to explain this by delving into the language unified universe commonly referred to as Greek.

I don't believe in altruism and I don't think God, if he exists, really bothers too much with humans in our day to day lives: therefore, I don't believe in Agape, a general affection or deeper sense of "true love," a love also described as complete, reverent and all-encompasing love. Love that is non-conditional. I don't believe it logically exists in humans, and I'm not so sure about God either.

I don't believe in loyalty. I don't think friendship is about love, I think it's about having enough in common with a person to the point that they no longer drive you insane. Loyalty is more fragile than the breeze that blows through my window- if I shut my window, it dissappears. I don't believe in Philia.

I don't know how I feel about family. I certainly appreciate them. But love has no meaning in the western world today. Love is too weak a word to describe my feelings for my family. But weak as it is, love is too strong a word to describe the feelings many have for their families. Adultery, abuse, hatred, fighting- is this your "love." No. I do not believe in Storge.

The only love of the Greeks that I come close to believing in is Eros, love of one's partner in life. But is this kind of "love" truly what it pertains to be, or is it merely the companionship of friendship intertwined with the feeling of carnal desire. I believe that it is the latter. Eros to put it simply, is naught but sexual desire combined with acceptance of the emotional identity of another individual.

To conclude exactly as I introduced, I do not believe in the existence of love. And despite the unhealthy nature many assume this alludes to, I believe myself to be in greater health than any human that deludes himself, telling himself that something which clearly does not exist, does.