The veil has dropped. I feel like I see what’s expected of me if I wish to have a wife or a girlfriend and it’s basically playing second fiddle to what some illogical, materialistic, psychopath has planned for my servitude.

I was at a show the other night, watching bands... band said something about tits, and immediately this girl about 10 feet in front of me lifts her top and her breasts fall out, for like 30 seconds she’s just bouncing and showing them off, and I’m not going to lie brothers... haha, I was so wishing I was on the other side of her to take an eye full of beautiful breastesesses....

Anyway, she pulled the shirt down and I was immediately disgusted with myself for having that desire, as if that is ever the girl I would want anything to do with. Male sex Drive is a curse. Seriously. Just can’t get behind using people, nefarious practices.

I’m doing 30 days monk mode. Who is with me? Sign up here. I will check back I thirty days. Let’s harness this shit, own it, and project that energy to our success instead of being titty-dumb dumbs. I hate it. I have thought so much, learned so much, read so many books, and I hate the control these compulsions have over me. It ends here.

Who is in? Comment with a Monk Mode to start your commitment.