The Cum-Dump Factory.
I started practising celibacy not too long ago, and whilst semen-retention has been mostly helpful, one of the most common side-effects is awkward boners.
I was buying my morning coffee and the barista complemented theres a certain ‘glow’ to me, guess what? Awkward Boner.
My curiosity got the better of me, and I found myself in a dark hole of research and umm…that weird part of youtube?
A few guys shouting through my screen like they’re my life coaches, whilst others calmly talked about their Buddha like state-of-mind.
None of that helped.
That’s really the problem when a simple practice becomes a ‘movement’ and then well…then there’s all this crappy labels that get associated with just really something that’s kind of a personal choice?
I didn’t know about ‘NoFap’ when I started practising celibacy.
It happened because my work-schedule was killing me, and I had no interest in pursuing a relationship for the time being or pursuing women to fulfil my sexual desires kinda just made me feel like a lousy creep seeking affirmation.
Jerking off was well…clogging my drains and really didn’t seem to be all that healthy so I paused it.
Moving forth, here I am. Writing this as my awkward boner slowly decides to rest-in-peace; because writing helps me garner my boner’s energy into something that’s more productive.
Writing also helps utilise both my arms and hands, whilst jerking off only requires the use of one.
Anyways, I know nobody wants to read about some dude talking about his boner so let’s move on to the point of this; if there’s any to be made here.
If I am going to do something, something that I think is productive and might have a positive impact on my life; I’d rather not associate it with a movement.
Largely because I’d get thrown in with a pile of tin-foil hat wearing dudes that are proud of not masturbating or watching porn.
I choose instead, to let whatever choice I make be deeply personal; a personal goal.
Whilst it’s a great motivator to know many other guys across the globe are doing what I’m doing, I’d rather not know about it.
My doctor once told me that sometimes he gives people pills that do not work, they’re just vitamins but he elaborates the description so that the patient feels less nervous.
“Isn’t that fraud, doc?”, I exclaimed.
“Well…just don’t tell my other patients and we should be fine”, he requested.
My sociopath doctor made a good point, he’s a professional; he deals with lunatics like me on a daily basis; hypochondriacs.
The Doctor knows when there’s a serious concern or just a mild one, which is being exaggerated by a curious mind.
He says the process works, some times telling patients — the very notion of it, that this medicine will ‘cure’ everything that’s wrong with ‘you’; WORKS!
Even if it’s just vitamins.
I took his approach to meditation, celibacy, and not clogging my drainage pipes.
It’s better to live in ignorant acceptance rather than wait for the medicine to kick in and do it’s magic.
If it’s working, keep going.
If it’s not — let’s get back to clogging those drainage pipes.