OK, let’s start with the drawbacks of not fapping. Well, the main drawback of not fapping is not fapping. Fapping, especially to porn, is an intensely pleasurable experience. Nature has dictated this. But nature is stupid and does not have your best interests at heart. Nature is too thick to realise that jacking off in front of a panel of back-illuminated pictures isn’t exactly the same thing as intercourse with a significant other human body. It provides unconditional approval of your behaviour, and kind of doesn’t get it when you complain of being miserable and unmotivated. It’s just like “Hey, I’ve given you everything. What’s your problem?”
To be fair, it’s not nature’s fault. It fell behind the times at least a thousand years ago. It’s humanity’s absent father, overdoing it on the gifts front in a half-arsed apology for not making it to your little league game. Nature isn’t tooled up for negotiating 21st Century civilisation, it just wants to take you camping.
Which is why we have to forgive our nature. Nature is only one part of what we can be. It needs to be managed and nurtured in a world where its primitive suggestions can take us only so far.
Ok, metaphor over.
Pros!
In no particular order:
My room no longer smells like a cheese festival in a heat wave.
I can concentrate on things for longer than… …a few seconds.
I seem to be dreaming again. At first they were darn violent and grotesque but are now fairly standard PG fare.
This may seem like an odd one but I am relieved to no longer have a close relationship with my dick. I mean obviously it is still there but whipping it out for a lengthy session every day meant that relations were strained. I was fed up of looking at it’s droopy spasms.
Girls – girls. I kind of don’t want to admit this because part of me wants to keep NoFap to myself. It really does make a difference to your appeal. Again, this is anecdotal and may well be psychosomatic but even if it is such it is still my perception and that is a pretty awesome perception. However, at the same time it is kind of troubling to think that the last decade of my life has been wasted so much (and not just on a lack of ladyfriends) It has still almost been ten years since my last encounter but I’m only thirty days in! The time will come. Yes….
People. People seem to show you a hell of a lot more respect. Maybe I’m just smiling more. I’m certainly not an intimidating person. People tend to piss me off a whole lot less. My former self was a whiny bitch.
Fitness. I am not an Active Out Going person. But now I have this energy and this compulsion to get rid of it as soon as possible. I think this is supposed to be good for you for some reason. No idea.
Ok. Well that’s thirty days. I’ll report back at Sixty.
Tl:dr – tough shit, go back to the top and read it.
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