We have pain and hate and love and joy and war in the world because we want them.
Sex pretty much cures everything.
Just for the record, she still loves you. She wouldn't bother to torture you if she didn't.
You grow up to become living proof of your parents' limitations. Their less-than masterpiece.
The only person we'll hate more than each other is ourselves.
Some mythological fat asswipe drives our national economy.