I don’t get on well with the idea that we’re these creatures constantly fallible to the things that got us out of the stone age. I’m sure a lot of that’s projection because I simply don’t perceive things the way I’m told I “should” be, but the amount of humans participating in daily life without resorting to pulling women in cave’s seems to indicate I’m not the only one.
I messed around with this in my teens and twenties because something Steve Vai said about abstaining from sex and writing a song like “Erotic Nightmares”, it might have worked for Vai, but it didn’t for me. I never used to let myself blow a load the day of a show and I remember going like a week without getting off before a studio session….I think the symbolism of it means far more than any physiological aspect of what’s actually going on.
Meditation, sleep, a healthy diet, these three things did more for my life than ANYTHING. If I want to accomplish something, I don’t stop jerking off or having sex to get it done, I just focus on getting it done and get it fucking done. The gratification of accomplishing something is my motivation, regardless the task.
In my early 20’s when I was an angry little cunt lashing out at the world I had someone who pulled my head out of my ass for me, or at least got me started, and once I learned that that fire in my belly/head could be perceived as anything, good, bad, anger, happiness, it was just energy, I didn’t feel like I was a prisoner to the shit firing off in my head anymore. And I stopped doing shit like telling my girlfriend to stop blowing me so I could jump around more at a gig because it was fucking silly, if I wanted to jump around more at a gig, I just had to actually jump around more.
A lot of this thread reads like a teenager who just learned about jerking off, just in the opposite direction.
