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don't let your dick make you a terrible lover


Recommended Meditation: focus on the experience of giving pleasure

It seems there isn't a guy in my town who hasn't been cheated on. I'd ask people from other towns or cities but I just asked my favorite botnet. With 50% of marriages ending in divorce and 50% of people in a relationship admitting to cheating,  It'd probably get the same thing. It just seems that people are not loyal.

cheating isn't as common as you think

So are the swingers right? ...

Are the poly people right? ...

Is the regular way the best and you just have to put up with shit?

"Right" and "best" for whom?



You seem to be conflating poly/swinging/cuckolding/etc with cheating. These are very different things.

[User:]

    User: What's that white fluffy thing in the sky?

    Deep Dream: Doggie!

    User: Close enough. What's that big bright circle?

    Deep Dream: Doggie!

    User: Fine, whatever. What about this green stuff on the ground?

    Deep Dream: Doggie!

So, I got cheated on. Broke up with her, she said she would commit suicide, bitch never did it, but that's not my problem.
The problem is that she was my reason to life. Well, not completely, more my reason for not going into complete hedonism.

TRIGGER EXISTENTIAL CRISIS

The fuck do I do now? Maybe seeking new meaning excessively is me over compensating for learning the true face of love and human nature, but fuck it. I need meaning anyways. 

Nothing holding me back from doing anything I want. (except money) Hell, the first night after breaking up I realized I didn't have to be a big macho Dom anymore. I shaved my legs and went to a gay bar.  It was an alright night.
Sure the door of being a sissy guy and cross dressing could be fun for few months, but it'll get boring in a few months. Then what? Furry? Bestiality? sex trafficking? The list will run out eventually, I've already done like 80% of most porn sites category lists.
Even if I don't use sex to justify life. Do I pride myself over mastery of a subject? That seems as tangible as sex. I could learn all about physics or computers, but someone will always beat me. Even if I viewed them as my comrade I would still feel jealous of them. Even then, sciences move so fast that as soon as I discover something it just opens the door for people to top me. I'd get a month of gratification at best.
Everything else I don't care to do.

All pleasure if fleeting, but that makes it pleasure because with out the shit times the good times wouldn't be good. What do I do when I run out of pleasures that I can do legally? Or when I have no motivation to pursue pleasure?
Is pleasure even a good enough meaning to life?

Well, pleasure isn't a finite resource. You're just getting bored easily.

Attachment to pleasure can become a trap. Your ego is a tyrant; it deceives you into thinking that Ego is the entirety of the Self.

It'll have you running on the treadmill until you can no longer distinguish between rewards and motivation.

Like, sure, orgasms are good. We all want to feel good. But letting those impulses dictate all your behavior is how we get lost in the fog of Operant Conditioning. If you're not careful, you'll lose yourself in the never ending quest to consume pleasure.

Recommended meditation: give pleasure to others

That was fantastic.

I think a lot about the absurd eclectic world we live in, and the rapid-eye-motion speed of kids growing up in the post-dialup era. Even though I grew up in the era of card catalogs and family values, I have trouble imagining what it would be like to go back. It would feel barbaric.

If this neophilia and resiliency is part of a long curve... Do you think it will continue to increase? And if so, will there be a breaking point?

Like, is there a point at which this neophilia stops being a good adaptation to the world?

It seems like I've stumbled into some kind of cult territory. Could this be... a tribe completely isolated from rational society? the survivors from that crashed space station? Maybe they can teach me some of their local tango & wango dances. Oh, that would be delightful!

Dear Journal:

By golly! I've been adrift down the amazon (or was it the ebay) for god-knows how long. Haven't seen heads or tails of another civilized chap in ages.

The infection is getting worse. The shaman at the last village recommended I lick one of those colorful local toads as a remedy, but it's only made my head all stuffy and dizzy, and now everything looks queer.

It's time to go ashore and have a rest. I'll put a kettle on, and hope none of the natives notice me.