I felt on edge all day. I couldn’t concentrate on conversations and I felt like I was behind a glass screen, looking in, as I imagined my obsession. This is the nature of addiction. No matter how much good there is going on around us, we are still insufficient in the one thing that will make us the happiest; might. Once we overindulge once, we are likely to do so again because our willpower subsided.
It’s taken me 20 years to kick this addiction. Or, at least, not giving in daily. Since it’s difficult for me to write about this topic, this essay will probably be good for me. Unfortunately, I can’t find an easy way to say the problem directly. Similar to writing “My Penultimate Trip,” it’s a topic I’ve avoided, and I felt much better after writing that essay. Here goes: I no longer indulge in viewing pornography daily!