Shame-aholic

Discussion in 'Ages 30-39' started by Imfree, Oct 30, 2017.

  1. Imfree

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    I've given up on No Porn/ No Fap. It was a nice idea, that I had found the source of my problems and/or that I could be fixed. One good thing about the Internet: It's the only place where you can honestly say how you feel. I spend most of my free time convulsing on the floor with hysterical noises and facial expressions and sometimes crying. I try to run, but there is nowhere to run. No escape from this terrible place (earth). The most positive thoughts that I had today were of running around naked or jumping in the ice-cold ocean. All the others were a lot darker.
     
  2. Imfree

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    I'm setting the timer for an hour every other day and masturbating to (relatively) softcore porn. For a few moments out of the hour, I feel a momentary escape. Drugs don't work to sedate me anymore. Sleep is nice when it comes, but it doesn't come that much.
     
  3. Imfree

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    I broke down and set up a Tinder profile today. This is likely to be another massive blow to my self-esteem.
     
  4. Imfree

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    The world has died and is now poplulated by zombies. I think of myself as a ghost rather than a zombie.
     
  5. Imfree

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    Not just the people. Nature died too. Art, music...lost all meaning.
     
  6. Imfree

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    I really thought that I was going to escape into true psychosis today, but it didn't last very long.
     
  7. Imfree

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    I also thought for a while that at some point, my mind would kill my body. This was starting to happen today. I stopped breathing for a short time on the floor, but then I gasped.
     
  8. Imfree

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    I was thinking of drowning or falling off a cliff. Those felt appropriate, but they really terrified me. Getting a gun license would take a lot of time and effort and I would have to convince people that I'm stable. Fentanyl seems like the obvious choice, but for some reason that doesn't feel right. The "running" mentioned ealier was not to any particular location because all vantage points are equally terrifying. Just absolute panic. Claustrophobia and slavery beyond belief. Trying to go to the very centre of myself where myself ends. That's what I want. To continue seemlesly living and experiencing, but to die as a personality and a history. Remembering how to walk and talk, life support systems working, but to be somebody else entirely. Amnesia would be great, a coma even better. I would still be stuck with this body which won't get me all that far in any social circles, but I might have some hope at a respectable existence if I had a different personality. I have felt the most OK travelling or moving to a new location, when I could be anybody, but then I eventually catch up with myself.
     
  9. Imfree

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    I'm reading a book written by a woman who's boyfriend had committed suicide. His motive was that he was a writer who had gotten rejected on a publication. This seems like a trivial level of despair to me. One could say that I'm just bummed out about this relationship and that I could get into a new situation and forget about it. This seems more total to me though. If I succeeded in landing a "great catch", this would only mean that I was depriving somebody else. My issue is not with success or failure, but with the brutality of the whole "game". If scientists are to be believed than this is all that reality is: "selfish genes". I don't know how they get away with indoctrinating impressionable youth into this nighmare beyond nighmares. The only way to do the right thing is to escape the tyranny of the genes and off yourself.

    I used to comfort myself in this line of reasoning: "They say that all that exists is this terrible survival of the fittest, but if that were true then I should welcome this revelation rather than seeing it as evil. The fact that I oppose it proves that there is something outside which is in a position to oppose. That proves that good exists in the world. If there is a conscience to be repulsed, it must come from somewhere." The scientific fundamenalists would shrug off these ideas though, saying that this morality is just an illusion and ultimately stems from my drives to brutalize the competition. They have an answer for everything and seem to be completely untroubled by it. Their solace is that they see themselves as wise and powerful by making these realizations. My issue is not with any particular outcome or position in the hierarchy, my issue is with god, nature, and reality itself. It's ultimate slavery.

    Another book I was reading was about polygamy from an Evolutionary Biology perspective. I repeat what I was told as in the preceeding paragraph and people make me out to be crazy and deny that that is our current worldview. It is considered crazy to oppose it, but also crazy to work out the implications. It's especially considered crazy to repeat it in the wrong context. It's doublethink. We're considered backwards if we think that anything exists besides evil, but were still supposed to think that we are very fortunate and that the world is a kind and gentle place.

    I was drawn to the idea of polygamy (ie., polyamory) because it seemed less brutal than monogamy. Such free and just relations have existed in certain places at certain times, but the norm is polygyny (ie., a small number of males keeping a harem and excluding others). To opt for monogamy, I have to admit that the world is fundamentally a bad place and that this arrangement was put in place to minimize the people who are excluded from intimate relations with the opposite sex entirely. The book was giving examples in nature, such as Elephant Seals. Years ago I lost any romantic notion of nature. If there are so many horrific parisites, predators, and bullies and so many creatures who are excluded from any measure of success or pleasure, maybe it is a good thing that we are causing mass extinctions? Maybe it's high time that it all ends? If humans come from such harsh roots, maybe we can somehow become aware of it and consciously choose to extricate ourselves?

    After exhausting myself the night before, finding nowhere to escape memories of loss and hardship, I came down with an illness. This was a very welcome development. It allowed me to be physically still and added an element of fear and discomfort (always being preferable to meaninglessness).

    I lied in bed picturing my limp body falling deeper and deeper into an ocean trench (now even lacking the feeble light and protection of the bathysphere), being impaled in a contorted position on giant brambles, or being torn apart by vultures. None of these images were right though. They imply a defined, external, enemy. I was facing the horror of the ultimate malevolence of all that exists. I wished that I could reverse not only my own life and birth, but everything up to the Big Bang. I wanted to be in a universe where there was nothing rather than something.
     
  10. Imfree

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    In the end of the relationship, I lost all reason and control, being driven by a desire to find somebody "hotter". I was acting on an unconscious level, deluding myself into thinking that this was coming from a good place or that it would be to my ultimate benefit.

    I was offered an escape from this hell and I refused it. Now I just want out. I want to get on with life. Assuming (probably innacurately) that I could "do better". This is actually the most ethical and empowering position I could have taken: Saying: "Yeah, I hear you genes. Fuck off. You don't control me". If I just offed myself, that would be giving into the genes. (Though I've never read it in any scholarly sources, obviously suicide is to the benefit of the "improvement" of the "fitness" of the species. This is fully compatible with the Darwinian view, not some aberation or deviation from this doctrine.) No, ending my life would be like the rebellious tenager who defines his superiority to the surrounding culture by opposing himself to it and thus being defined by it. To be free is to say "Hey this is a darn good situation, all things considered. I hear those bestial impulses, but I choose to overcome them".

    Nearing the end of the relationship, when she was pushing for commitment and I was resisting, we were driving in her car. A song was playing with the lyrics "If you want to be happy for the rest of your life, don't make a pretty woman your wife". At the time, I perceived the song as mocking me and that there was some conspiracy to hold me back and subdue my true nature. I had it all backwards though. Again with the Orwellian stuff. I was thinking "Freedom is Slavery".

    In reality, she wasn't ugly at all. In fact I think that she is the best that I could do on all levels. The cruelest irony is now that I am "free" to pursue whover I like, I am only attracted to her and I see every other woman as severely lacking on all counts.

    So getting back into porn after previously being more motivated than ever to eliminate it entirely. It's just the old thing of trying to kill the libido because things are too tense and psychologically uncomfortable when it grows. Another book which I had checked out was "Pornland". This really disturbed me. I truely don't have a desire to seek out any overly perverted or overtly abusive kind of pornography. While this has been used as a justification in the past, I think that there is progress to be made on some level with moderation. I'm not telling myself that it's great that it's something I want to be doing. On the contrary, often in mid-stroke I am overcome with sadness. I push through this and get some level of emotional numbing during the act and reduce my libido at the end. I have had a number of sessions now where I didn't access anything gonzo and didn't allow the timer to go over an hour without orgasming. This has put the porn into perspective. I don't feel great after those kinds of sessions, but the harm is nowhere near the level of what comes from extended binging to extreme content. Those episodes can take days to even begin to recover from. With the moderate sessions (especially since they have been frequent), I don't think much about the porn after finishing and just get on with my day. This could set a new floor. If I train my brain to only sink this low, then that is definitely an improvement. It has had the "desired" effect: lower libido and less of a sense of urgency and obsession to have sex with women I see when I'm out and about. I dreamed last night that I was a working as a dishwasher in a restaurant. On each tray of dishes I was putting in, I would hide my penis which had been cut off and into pieces. After the machine finished, I would discretly deposit the soggy remenants into the trash. I guess that my penis kept growing back, but I was worried if this regeneration would persist and if I was doing long-term damage.
     
  11. Imfree

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    At the darkest moment, when I had visions of my body destroyed in various gruesome ways and I was fearlessly uncovering god as a sadistic monster. When I was vehmenently rejecting the very essence of life...I had a piece of music running through my head which my mind was improvising on. While had written earlier than I had given up on art, this did seem to be in opposition to the rest of the scene. I have heard the explanations from Evolutionary Psychology about the origins of art, but these seem very convoluted and would not bear such weight if not coming from people in a posisition of authority. It seemed like it had to be superfluous and not "functional". Why would my ancestors evolved a tendency to privately "hear" music when they are considering taking their genes out of the pool?
     

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