It seems to me like the masturbatory lifestyle we all know and love is a symptom of the contempory human culture/lifestyle. On the surface we’ve given up class structures, and we like to think we’ve got equal opportunities and have a right to free speech and full participation in society. But actually in our overcrowded, media-sedated, materialistic, and ultra-competetive world, that ‘land of the free’ is in many ways a kindergarten myth.
Basically, just to stay afloat and have anything resembling a ‘real life’ with freedom and happiness, you need to man up, work like a mule, and suffer with a smile on your face. We all have a sense of what a real adult is, and in our more reflective moments we sense how far away from that ideal our present condition is. This ‘growing up’ is what our natural survival instincts – the ones we develop during puberty – are for: to help us reach full manhood. All those hormones and chemicals that mature us give us a drive, a feeling of longing that basically amounts to the double edged sword of instinctive/sexual motivation: “here’s your secret energy – it’s powerful, deadly stuff, could get you into trouble, but you can use it to strive towards achieving your goals and reaching your potential”.
But we’ve grown up sheltered by messages telling us life isn’t a struggle, and adult life is a big baywatch/hollywood party where you do a little work – nothing too serious – and the wads of cash and supermodels in bikinis start falling out of the sky. We don’t want to face the truth that human life is a struggle whose basic principles haven’t changed much in hundreds of years. Here are a couple of those principles: ‘if you want something you gotta work hard for it’, and ‘if you want something that’s out of the ordinary for a guy of your background – you better work 100 times as hard’. One difference is that in the past resources were typically so limited you had to work hard just to survive. Instead of simply starving, or maybe earning the status of ‘village idiot’ or ‘vagrant’, being a kidult today means you’re allowed the external illusion of a normal life… but will it last? What’s underneath that thin veneer of contentment?
So what about all those chemicals floating around our bodies – all that instinctual/sexual energy? If it doesn’t get used to drive us towards our goals, and instead stays in our system, it feels uncomfortable. Something just doesn’t fit, doesn’t feel right, after a while you feel like to explode. The energy has to go somewhere, and if it’s to make something useful or creative then you’ll need to apply effort. But that’s what we’re trying to avoid because of our whole fear-ignorance complex. So then conveniently enter the clever little suppression mechanisms – the ones that let us stay in our childhood cocoon, coast along and just about get by (in our fantasy… while in reality we fail slowly and bitterly). One of those sly mechanisms is masturbation and porn fantasy. It’s a way of spending the sexual energy, using a fantasy world construction that others have cynically made for you, and hey you can feel good as long as you don’t think too deep about it.
The result? You neatly get put in your place in society, a place determined by externalities rather than your wishes and dreams, the place of a coaster. Coasters sink and continue to sink. This works for the society as a whole: you’re just a consumer, a beta-male, inconsequential. You won’t rock the boat and you won’t use up alpha-males’ valuable resources (jobs, fame, attention, women, money). And the tragic part is that it also works for you, or at least part of you, the part that doesn’t want to poke his head out of his burrow hole, that wants a nice cosy life, being cared for and sustained by others’ work, just like being at home with mama.
The moral of the story: if you want a real adult life, don’t fap. Face your instincts and deeper feelings that you’ve been ignoring since puberty. They are like a double-edged sword, it can really hurt you, but you will learn to use it if you decide to accept the challenge and strive towards real life.
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