'Zombies of Lust'

What's There To Complain About?

If a guy could magically become a Lothario, a Casanova, a Don Juan or Don Draper, would a red blooded male turn it down? I think it would take a lot of shunted libido and strange refractions in the persona before a guy could confidently say 'no'. We're all suckers for a bit of a good time.  In turn, when you get into the limerence of a new relationship and all you do is fuck, you enter a brain space where you may as well be a zombie. You become fuck-headed.

In my own moments of being fuckheaded, I've made drastically bad decisions in my life which I can only attribute to the absence of proper perspective and judgment that comes from being fuckheaded. You're like a zombie, devoid of a brain and so you make stupid decisions - but you tell yourself afterwards the fucking was great, so the losses accrued from the bad decision are worth it.

It's like your whole reality is warped by the experience of too much sex. You don't know where the line is because you cross over it ever so quietly and when you do, you're crossing it by concentrating on something else entirely. Judgments about one's own life are impaired severely at such junctures. You ask yourself afterwards why in the hell you didn't see the problems coming. You don't because pussy has a way of distorting reality. So you have to understand this: if you have a friend who is going through the limerence that comes with love and is getting laid really well, it is best not to ask them very important questions with consequences. A Lothario, a Casanova, a Don Juan or Don Draper is not a good arbiter of sane life decisions by dint of being on the wrong side of the line.

They're just Zombies of Lust.


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