So you've discovered that women are all shit. But you're having trouble coping with that reality and/or how to deal with it. After all, your dick is exploding with pent up urge and its really tempting to fall back into your old ways.

Let's consider human biology where the need and desire to procreate often outweighs survival. Hell, a lot of animals in the animal kingdom are willing to kill themselves to have sex. That's natural and your sexual desires aren't something that you can completely control. Every rational fiber of your body might scream that being a blue pill will never get you laid while your primal brain is nagging you to go blue pill just to get some pussy. And in the end, its more than likely your primal urges will overpower your rationality.

What you can do is understand your own urges and know how to keep them from destroying your life. Think of how you go to the bathroom every day to piss or shit. You can control when you use the toilet to an extent but at some point, you just gotta go. Now just think of sex and the need to fuck a woman in the same way: its just human biology and a bodily function that you have to cater to once in a while.

Yeah, its kind of a pain the ass but you need to get rid of it to prevent it from going all blue pill in the pursuit of fucking a woman. Its the same way that if you hold in your pee for too long, you're going to not be able to walk around properly without doing some stupid waddle while grabbing your dick. If you don't have sex in a really long time (or at least if you don't have a way of getting rid of your libido), you're going to not be able to function in real life and you're still going to be grabbing your dick all the time and doing nothing with it.

But let's extend the thought. The women in your life, if you choose to associate with them or think about them, should only be there to get rid of your sexual urges. Its the same how every toilet you walk past should be there only to get rid of human waste. Because that's all they're good for. You don't worship a toilet. You don't fantasize about your toilet. You don't take your toilet out on dates and maybe the toilet seat opens up to let you do your thing. No, so why should a woman who's only purpose is to be a fuck utility be any different?

When you think of it like that, the female existence is much easier to comprehend in relation to your own life. Nobody wants to marry their toilet. Nobody wants to spend quality time with their toilet just to piss in it. Its just there for when you need it. And it better work or else you're going to get rid of it.

Now does that mean you should run out and get a committed girl just for the sake of relieving your sexual urges? In my opinion, no. But you sure as hell can think of hookers and one night stands and even some of your female friends (if you have any) in the same thing. Just think that any woman who does not touch your dick is a broken toilet that needs to be fixed by a professional plumber (aka they're worthless to you).

Finally, to solidify the metaphor, we can extend it to SMV and how the number of partners influence that. A public toilet that everyone uses is not a toilet you're going to want to keep in your own home. You don't know whether it works and the thought of sitting on the same seat that a thousand other men have peed on is pretty disgusting. But you'll use it if you really have to use it. A toilet that has never been touched is something you'd want if its cheap, especially if your old one starts to smell wierd or doesn't work properly. You might negotiate with yourself if there's a solid gold toilet that's been used a couple of times but still works great and doesn't cost too much. But solid gold toilets are hard to come by and the only people with them are people as rich as Donald Trump and by the time they want to replace it, they've been crapped in so many times over so many years that their plumbing is broken and nobody except a poor hobo is going to want to use it.

I'll let your imagination do the translation to women.

Let me know if this metaphor makes sense to you. If not, I'd love to see where I'm wrong. If you find this metaphor helpful, please let me know!