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V_Recoverer [Model_Maker]
Fapstronaut
Hey, you guys are awesome, remember that! As an non-user, I really urge everyone to listen to these words carefully:
This porn matrix, don't you think it wants you to feel as if you are being fed dopamine bursts? I elucidate this, how can you be fed something that feels like its depleted afterwards? And in this, how can something that feeds you also deplete you? Arm your minds, because that's a convenient bias, a flawed heuristic, an unwise conflation.
Porn can't give you pleasure, it force feeds it down your throat. You don't even want to masturbate, do you? But, you do it anyway, correct? Yes, it is a burst, but there is not a single gain in it. Much like the steak, it wants you to believe you are well fed, when the soul, body, and mind altogether are never satiated to begin with; it's the engine of porn that hijacks your physiology, with compulsive masturbation being the feeder that forces experiences of pleasure, just enough for you to taste the idea in itself, only to then have it siphoned in the end, a greedful, procedural recycle if you will. In one word: optimization. Optimization of scarcity, optimization of the carefully fabricated illusion, optimization of your dopamine receptors, senseless optimization. You're valuable, is all. It's stolen so much from you already, so be honest with yourself: You not only think it'll let you experience pleasure, but gain it as well?
There is light after each relapse, in your case. You are not as ignorant as you think, but you happen to chase its hollow bliss. You see, your brain wants something your body knows you already have; subsequently, the body follows suit through the depletion caused from siphoning pleasure through force, siphoning the very innateness of your being. You cannot force something that you innately have, much like kicking a dead horse that's already dead. You're not a dead horse however, you're alive, you're conscious, and thus the societal paradox ensues. It's only mental strain, mental taxation, a drawback of the means by which something is achieved; and what is achieved: lethargy, depletion, anhedonia, anxiety, stress, prolonged boredom, depression, and of course guilt (have no shame, for you know better now). I tell you this, you must gauge it through endeavor. Certain people compensate for this by edging, but you already know where that leads to. At most mental strain, time for improving your life needlessly wasted, and of course, siphoned pleasure, a lonely orgasm, isolated from anything meaningful or divergent.
Think of this now, You force something that's quite slippery. And because of this, pleasure slips out of your own, clinched grasp. Now think of water, think of the ebb and flow of life. That is what true, authentic, natural pleasure is. You must graduate from the matrix's delusion, and speak for yourselves. Gauge pleasure through other means, meritable means that compartmentalize work and effort to make room for pleasure, such as exercise, drawing, communal pursuit, expending subgoals that make room for tangible goals. Means and ends is the name of the game. If you rely on the relief of pleasure as a means to relieve the urge, do you really think that you'll be relieved in the end? In retrospect, Emmanuel Kant asks you this, and so have many others, including myself. Many do not just ask, but say it so, that whatever you resist, persists. My offer is a guide to combat the urge in its own territory.
I'll give you this much, but if your journey is truly your own, take the next step below in my signature. Sincerely, and let your resolve stand strong.
This porn matrix, don't you think it wants you to feel as if you are being fed dopamine bursts? I elucidate this, how can you be fed something that feels like its depleted afterwards? And in this, how can something that feeds you also deplete you? Arm your minds, because that's a convenient bias, a flawed heuristic, an unwise conflation.
Porn can't give you pleasure, it force feeds it down your throat. You don't even want to masturbate, do you? But, you do it anyway, correct? Yes, it is a burst, but there is not a single gain in it. Much like the steak, it wants you to believe you are well fed, when the soul, body, and mind altogether are never satiated to begin with; it's the engine of porn that hijacks your physiology, with compulsive masturbation being the feeder that forces experiences of pleasure, just enough for you to taste the idea in itself, only to then have it siphoned in the end, a greedful, procedural recycle if you will. In one word: optimization. Optimization of scarcity, optimization of the carefully fabricated illusion, optimization of your dopamine receptors, senseless optimization. You're valuable, is all. It's stolen so much from you already, so be honest with yourself: You not only think it'll let you experience pleasure, but gain it as well?
There is light after each relapse, in your case. You are not as ignorant as you think, but you happen to chase its hollow bliss. You see, your brain wants something your body knows you already have; subsequently, the body follows suit through the depletion caused from siphoning pleasure through force, siphoning the very innateness of your being. You cannot force something that you innately have, much like kicking a dead horse that's already dead. You're not a dead horse however, you're alive, you're conscious, and thus the societal paradox ensues. It's only mental strain, mental taxation, a drawback of the means by which something is achieved; and what is achieved: lethargy, depletion, anhedonia, anxiety, stress, prolonged boredom, depression, and of course guilt (have no shame, for you know better now). I tell you this, you must gauge it through endeavor. Certain people compensate for this by edging, but you already know where that leads to. At most mental strain, time for improving your life needlessly wasted, and of course, siphoned pleasure, a lonely orgasm, isolated from anything meaningful or divergent.
Think of this now, You force something that's quite slippery. And because of this, pleasure slips out of your own, clinched grasp. Now think of water, think of the ebb and flow of life. That is what true, authentic, natural pleasure is. You must graduate from the matrix's delusion, and speak for yourselves. Gauge pleasure through other means, meritable means that compartmentalize work and effort to make room for pleasure, such as exercise, drawing, communal pursuit, expending subgoals that make room for tangible goals. Means and ends is the name of the game. If you rely on the relief of pleasure as a means to relieve the urge, do you really think that you'll be relieved in the end? In retrospect, Emmanuel Kant asks you this, and so have many others, including myself. Many do not just ask, but say it so, that whatever you resist, persists. My offer is a guide to combat the urge in its own territory.
I'll give you this much, but if your journey is truly your own, take the next step below in my signature. Sincerely, and let your resolve stand strong.
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