I haven’t masturbated in 2019.
I haven’t watched porn, except for maybe two minutes in total and I didn’t allow it to arouse me, in fact it just bored the hell out of me and I clicked it away. It’s the total lack of intimacy that puts me off.
I haven’t drunk coffee in almost a year.
I haven’t used speed or cocaine or marihuana in over two years.
I haven’t drunk a drop of alcohol since the 15th of November.
I haven’t been on Tinder for about half a year now.
I haven’t read any useless books.
I haven’t said yes to any business proposals that I had no interest but that I normally would have excepted in the entirely false belief that it would make me important.
I have spent a lot less time on social media.
With some notable exceptions – US imperialism in Venezuela, Israeli crimes, the way Hillary Clinton cheated flagrantly during the primaries and how Bernie Sanders should have won – I haven’t gone berserk reading about politics.
At times I have been able to spot the beauty in some little things.
I have stopped obsessing over money.
I have discovered the absolute essence in establishing deep connections with attractive women.
I have, for the most part, stopped being so angry at the world.
