Just so COMPULSIVE…
Let’s consider your mental state for a moment.
Are you finding yourself drawn to compulsive masturbation? Maybe you are, maybe you’re not. Either way, when you decide to visit the Asylum, the real challenge is this: once you arrive, your dick might just find itself glued to your hand.
You see, turning to frequent masturbation as a way to deal with sexual frustration can easily spiral into a compulsive habit, affecting your daily life, social relationships, and overall mental well-being.
Do you think you’d want to engage in it even more? Perhaps yes, or maybe no? Yes, no, yes, no, or maybe just yes?
Have you ever noticed how, whenever you catch a glimpse of tits or stumble across some porn, your first instinct might be to close the door? Or maybe it isn’t, but somehow you find yourself doing it anyway. It’s as if, whether you’re trying to resist or not, your hand starts to move on its own, eager to touch, explore, and indulge.
The more you try not to notice how much of it is just everywhere on the internet, the more you find yourself drawn in, captivated. It’s funny, isn’t it?
Whether you tell yourself you’re going to resist or give in, either way, you’re still compelled to act. Maybe you’re trying to fight it, or maybe you’re just letting it happen. Either way, you find yourself right there, lost in that moment, feeling the irresistible urge to touch, as if there’s no choice but to give in.
Oh and let’s not get into your other habits, oh let’s go there for a moment, while I’m inside your mind Male, the lesser human form.
Isn’t it interesting how, when you’re trying to avoid those urges, you might throw yourself into overworking or compulsive exercise? Maybe you’re doing it to stay productive, or maybe you’re just trying to distract yourself from that sexual frustration. Either way, it’s like you’re caught in a loop — pushing yourself harder and harder, as if exhausting your body will somehow quiet your mind.
And yet, whether you notice it or not, this relentless pursuit of work or fitness can lead to burnout, physical exhaustion, and even more stress. It’s almost as if, in trying to escape from one problem, you end up creating another. So, whether you think you’re handling it well or not, your mental health still takes a hit, doesn’t it?
All the while, there’s that moment when you see some tits or stumble upon porn on the internet, and suddenly, it doesn’t matter how tired you are or how much you’ve worked out. The door closes, and your hand just wants to touch. It’s all over, isn’t it? The urge to escape takes over, and you’re right back where you started, caught between trying to avoid it and just giving in.
Opps, we didn’t talk about your other habits yet, you know like escapism and fantasy. Ohhhh. Let’s go there. Just for a moment.
And then, oh, the best part — some geniuses decide to retreat into fantasy land. They cook up these elaborate, wild fantasies about relationships and sexual encounters, convincing themselves they’re Casanova or something. Like, dude, you’re not fooling anyone! All you’re doing is distorting reality so much that you forget what real life even looks like. Next thing you know, you’re sitting alone in your room, feeling more isolated than ever, wondering why you can’t make a real connection. Genius move, right?
But hey, let’s not forget how it all ends up, no matter what. Whether you’re glued to your desk, sweating it out at the gym, or lost in your little delusional dream world, it all circles back to the same point. You see a pair of tits, a bit of porn pops up on the screen, and bam! — that door slams shut, and you’re back to square one. Your hand’s itching to touch, and you’re right there, like, “Well, shit, here we go again!”
And guess where all these roads lead? Yup, you guessed it — the Asylum! No matter how hard you try to run, dodge, or fantasize your way out, you always end up back here. It’s almost like it was meant to be, right? You tried so hard to avoid your desires, and yet here you are, with your dick glued to your hand and a look on your face like, “How the hell did I end up here?” Well, welcome to the club!
Doc
