Don't watch porn and wank it instead because it will mess up your dopamine and shit; plus it's immoral. Naw, just eat/sleep/work/gymcel your whole life until you fucking explode, cooking your own meals and doing your own laundry, just like they did in the '50s. /s I basically have zero dopamine or emotions other than amused scorn; somehow I manage and my T obviously isn't low. When you don't feel good, you don't care about anyone else's feelings and you never really feel bad either. Cold, like a machine, a really vindictive one. Angry and happy are basically the same emotion combined. Up until maybe the early '00s, we had the remnants of an "honor" culture, at least where I lived. If a man insulted you and you fucked his ass up, the outcome was more or less accepted as long as the guy wasn't permanently injured. Even then, in the ghetto or the projects, it included serious injury and death. You were expected to keep your mouth shut about everything and if you didn't, you may as well off yourself. Everybody would come after your ass for snitching, unlike today where it's considered some kind of virtue. Don't get me wrong, there were repercussions if the guy had a crew (criminals) and they knew who you were, right or wrong. If they were white, they would try to put you in the ICU and if they were black, maybe even try to kill you but if you were man enough to handle it, that was the end of it. No one worth a fuck was going to look too deeply into it and nobody was going to rat. You know what I miss the most from my '20s? Roshambo-ing some arrogant cocksucker in the testes for insulting me and watching him crumple to the ground and cry for his mommy. One time some asshole asked me for the time at a gas station (fags still did that back in the '90s and early '00s, time to get a fucking watch, dipshit) and got impatient with my lack of promptness in answering, so he raised his voice to me, like those pricks that lean on their horn a second after the light turns green. I had a hair trigger back then, big fucking mistake. I chased him to his car (he turned and ran as soon as I sprinted at him) and kicked the door in, dented that shit up real nice. After he drove off I chased him down the street on foot like Mel Gibson in Lethal Weapon. I'm pretty sure that I specifically did it because I liked that movie, didn't realize how faggy it was at the time. Broad daylight, busy street, no cameras and nobody gave a fuck. Even if they did, all they could do is run to the nearest rotary phone and wait 20 minutes for one cop who didn't give a fuck. Some of you have fond memories of your loved ones or some hokey event that meant something to you. These are the ones I cherish.