It’s another weekend where I have time to rest and think about how empty my life is. I’m not saying that work makes my life better but it certainly helps take my mind of the other mundanities of life.
I usually spend the weekend at home alone because I have nowhere else to go and nobody to spend any time with. My thoughts drift to wondering if there is anyone out there for me. I can sometime spend hours rehashing my thoughts and trying to make sense of my loneliness. You might think it was simple but it is rather complex. Maybe it’s simple for normal people but I’m far from normal.
If I really boil it down until the only the essence is left, I think it is just plain hornyness. What happens to the brain of a 49 year old man who is still a virgin? You can bet it’s pretty screwed up in a literal sense. In the end, all I want is someone to touch me. It doesn’t seem like too much to ask, does it? What kind of world is this where touching is so prohibited.
Finally, after hours of mental anguish, I end up masturbating and then all is well with the world. I think I should probably do that early in the morning and cut out the wasted time but being horny is kind of fun on it’s own. It’s just the lack of an outlet that makes it suck so much. If there is such a thing as reincarnation, I sure hope it is on a planet where sex and the human body is not such a taboo.