Living a life without sexual relations in adulthood

[Crematoryy]

I feel alone within myself, in my own body and thoughts, because nobody loves or understands me the way they should. I've never been visited at home, not even once, while other people get married and have children. I am doomed to be a wanderer without belonging. Not even my best efforts could bring me what I've always wanted: to have someone to love. I will never know what have someone waiting for me. I am alone and will remain so forever. Whether I am exiled in my own room or out there in the vast crowd. There is nothing and no one for me in this hostile and flawed world.

 

[moffin]

I'm pretty much alone in this regard, too; I'm still a virgin, and I don't have much hope that a girl will like me in the time I have left.

 

[caotic_realm]

I feel the same way, although in my case it's a bit complex because I have an addiction to porn and masturbation (PMO, in Reddit jargon).
Today, for instance, I saw a girl on the street and felt sexual desire for her—even though she wasn't attractive, I still desired her. But it's like seeing something you want but can't have—either because you lack the money or simply can't get it for some reason—like watching the Olympics and wishing you were an athlete, or things like that. It doesn't just boil down to me viewing women as objects; I don't want that to be misunderstood.

In short, it's painful because, at some point in the past, I genuinely desired it—not merely as something sexual, but as something that would lead to a relationship, to a romance. Now, I feel it is just my mind and its primal biological drive to reproduce, playing out against the backdrop of the fact that I truly think about wanting to die every day.

 

[Ashu]

I feel the same way, although in my case it's a bit complex because I have an addiction to porn and masturbation (PMO, in Reddit jargon).
Today, for instance, I saw a girl on the street and felt sexual desire for her—even though she wasn't attractive, I still desired her. But it's like seeing something you want but can't have—either because you lack the money or simply can't get it for some reason—like watching the Olympics and wishing you were an athlete, or things like that. It doesn't just boil down to me viewing women as objects; I don't want that to be misunderstood.

In short, it's painful because, at some point in the past, I genuinely desired it—not merely as something sexual, but as something that would lead to a relationship, to a romance. Now, I feel it is just my mind and its primal biological drive to reproduce, playing out against the backdrop of the fact that I truly think about wanting to die every day.

Our whole human experience comes down to primal biolological drives, if you need to see it that way.