Advice to Men Under 30

 I was talking to the girl I like today and when I was browsing the internet I came upon “slutty confessions.” A ridiculous and vile website full of hidden sins. Every Muslim, Christian, and devout Jewish woman were talking about vivid sexual experiences. At first I was outraged. I broke my lint immediately because I was furious and mad with jealousy and despair. Of course I was appalled by the sheer lack of shame and disrespect. And the ease to which in individual is willing to abandon everything for lust. But moreso I was traumatized and so angry, that I stuck my head in the toilet and licked my own pee. As disgusting as it sounds it was the only thing that calmed my overwhelming sense of indignation. I was a voluntary celibate you knew that. I served the greater good until I realized the extreme complexity of morality. The ripple effect wherein one positive intention can lead to a thousand negative consequences in the future. It was impossible for me to remain stable, and truly determine the logical path towards truth. So I turned inward and made my own emotions the compass of reality. Ever since then I have been destabilized, and when I read these horrendous and morally bankrupt confessions I lost my mind. I which films about necrophilia, erotophonophilia and shockumentaries as you know. I’ve seen all those films the ones that are even darker than the Serbian movie. The most putrid. They were brilliant of course but it wasn’t enough. I began constructing art. A women having sex with pigs, while peeing. A demonic orgy.