But, I'm used to being indulged!!

I’ve been thinking about my theory about how drinking is a waste of time. Every time I have an alcoholic beverage I get hung up on the fact that the reason it is fun is largely a result NOT of the company with which I acquire said beverage, but instead, because alcohol keeps my brain from receiving enough oxygen. And that makes it less fun. (I know it seems unbelievable, especially if I’ve ever thrown up on you, but I’m obsessed with the idea that drinking is dumb). So drinking might not be permanently detrimental, but it seems kind of blatantly pointless, except that it’s pleasurable. Am I right?

The problem with my teetolling theory is that i recently challenged myself (intellectually!! Not in practice!!) to extend it’s logic across the board. And do you know what the first stupid-pointless-outside-of-sheer-pleasure activity that sprung to mind was? SEX. (Not baby making sex. Babymakingsex is clearly goal orientated.) But regular young adult sex, with birthcontrol, is literally just the frantic, pointless humping of a literal glory hole.

but it feels so good. doesn't it?

So in conclusion: pleasure for pleasure’s sake is okay, even if it requires 6 beers, or tying a plastic bag over your head while you rub one out.

omigod. are you still out there? i miss you like i miss dry weather (it's been raining here for days.) your new blog design is fabulous.

PLEASE get in touch with me sometime when you have some time. i'd love to catch up. even if it's just a spam message on my blog or a chain letter.  


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