Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Sexy Times Predicament

How is it that getting laid, much like getting a massage or eating a cheeseburger, rather than ushering in a sense of peaceful satiation merely begets the overwhelming desire to get laid again as soon as possible (or eat another cheeseburger, as the case may be)?

FAB has noticed that after a dry spell exceeding, say, two or three months in duration, gettin' it done comes to resemble a piddling extravagance. But journeying to the other side of the rainbow with greater frequency yet still without any regularity can sometimes inspire shameful and foolish behavior in pursuit of that elusive pot of gold.

So is doing it only once or twice per month actually the worst kind of torture?

3 comments:

  1. In a word, yes. It's like, when I don't eat a burrito for a while, I stop thinking about burritos. But once that first bite sinks in, I have to restrain myself from weekly binges.

    The selection of a burrito was purely accidental, of course.

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  2. While doing some wealthy college student's assigned philosophy readings so he or she doesn't have to, I came across this quote from British philosopher F.H. Bradley that I found particularly appropriate to this situation:

    "Pleasures are a perishing series. This one comes, and the intense self-feeling proclaims satisfaction. It is gone, and WE are not satisfied...another and another do not give us what we want; we are still eager and confident, till the flush of feeling dies down, and when that is gone there is nothing left. We are where we began, as far as the getting happiness goes; and we have not found ourselves, and we are not satisfied. This is common experience, and it is the practical refutation of Hedonism, or of seeking happiness in pleasure."

    Oops.

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  3. my brain just exploded. also, i would like a burrito. incidentally, that is also how i feel about krispy kreme donuts. little known secret: i do not eat krispy kreme donuts for the sole reason that i actually really enjoy krispy kreme donuts. life's a bitch. probably should apply this same logic to coitus and the like as well...

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