Thank you Sir.520 days. Just a number. Just a huge number. Unbelievably huge. Vast.
I think it was just a habit loop my brain had created for whenever I was feeling down, my brain would tell me I was "horny" so then I looked at porn to "relieve it" Thus, it was not a real sense of horniness, just a vacuous illusion, like everything else that that road leads to.interesting observation about feeling horny when you’re down.
I love this, and it's totally true.O on the other hand is a relaxant. We become soft and flabby, ready for the slaughter. It's unsafe zone. Too much O and we become juicy desperate bacon.
I'm still waiting for that day to happen! At least I know that "horny" really means depressed or anxious about something.I just noticed something today. Often back in my porn past, if I was feeling down, or depressed, I would suddenly feel "horny", these days, that doesn't really happen at all.
Thanks for mentioning this journal.Damn, I've been reading through @lyon03's thread. Over 8 years porn free! Plus, he's uses the same mantra, porn is not an option.
My pleasure @GBSLoving that “life depends on it” mantra. Really R E A L L Y Powerful. Thanks for sharing, pal.
Definitely check it out. It's a hell of a journal.Thanks for mentioning this journal.
Keep killing it.
Man the struggle of an introvert! I wonder if that's why we get each other so much Blondie, I'm exactly the same way. Books / movies / TV / games or even just a lovely walk outside while listening to a nice podcast...these are all pretty great activities in moderation.Day 523
My pleasure @GBS![]()
Definitely check it out. It's a hell of a journal.
I've been thinking a lot these last few days about one of the many reasons for my turning to porn in the past (besides just my love of the feminine and female form) is that often I feel very lonely in this world, and often not understood. As an adult I've learned how to adapt to this world and to those who who live in it, but yet, it always seems somewhat of an act, a façade if you will, put on before heading out the door to "socialize". I'm introverted by nature, however, I'm perfectly capable of socializing if need be, and can be the center of attention if I so desire, but in general, I've always done my own thing. It's ironic, on one hand I've become okay with this fact, because you couldn't pay me to act like something that I'm not, but on the other hand, I still feel this emotion of sadness sometimes, and it makes me wonder.
In general, what most people think is fun or fun to talk about, I find incredibly boring and trite, and I only act like I give a fuck just to keep up appearances and to have a "semblance" of friendship and cordiality with the "world at large". However, deep inside I feel like I want to run back to my hobbies and books and do what I do, but yet, that wanting to have companionship with humanity is always ever present.
Boredom is the story of my life, even in the classroom I sit there and look out the window, wondering why everything is so goddamn boring.
I want friendship, but yet, I often don't put in the effort to establish a said friendship. Sure I have my old buddies from high school, but even then, I'm not exacting reaching out for the phone...
I am a walking contradiction. Charming yet all alone in the world. Your best friend yet never your soulmate. Always a lightyear away yet wanting to be ever present in your part of the universe.
This is Blondie, who is definitely NOT in a bad mood, just thinking out loud here.
You all have a great porn-free weekend.
We seem to be cut from the same cloth, Blondie! This could very well be a description of me.often I feel very lonely in this world, and often not understood. As an adult I've learned how to adapt to this world and to those who who live in it, but yet, it always seems somewhat of an act, a façade if you will, put on before heading out the door to "socialize". I'm introverted by nature, however, I'm perfectly capable of socializing if need be, and can be the center of attention if I so desire, but in general, I've always done my own thing. It's ironic, on one hand I've become okay with this fact, because you couldn't pay me to act like something that I'm not, but on the other hand, I still feel this emotion of sadness sometimes, and it makes me wonder.
Hey @TryingHarder. Yeah I wouldn't be surprised if many of us here feel the same way.We seem to be cut from the same cloth, Blondie! This could very well be a description of me.