>tfw no gf

[tempusername]

I'm tired of using meme arrows, so I came here. “I am alone in the midst of these happy, reasonable voices. All these creatures spend their time explaining, realizing happily that they agree with each other. In Heaven's name, why is it so important to think the same things all together. ” "Hell is--other people!" “To be happy, we must not be too concerned with others.” To jump right to the point, it is my nature as a twenty-something year old living in 2012 to conclude that any attraction I hold toward the idea of being sexually attracted to someone of the opposite sex emerges--out of the blue (yet predictably)--from my inherent, unavoidable desire to procreate. No matter how I deny this is the case, no matter how repulsed I am by the idea of reproducing, it eternally stands that I must live to create offspring. Flatter me and know that I'm obviously familiar with feels for something more. How could I fathom myself undeniably doomed to this primeval course without first having realized the lack of anything else? I know that wish for more, that joint-popping reach that yearns to grasp and proclaim a beautiful abstraction... a love, a friendship. I know both it and of it. I know of your squirming desire, your own plead for more. I've seen you in your darkest hour. I've seen you on your knees and what's led me to this desolate position barren of anything more than my primitive body is knowing how I've undeniably been the floor on which you bore them. Hell, I've been your bloody knees. I've even been your pitiful plead itself. And inescapably, I've also been without you and that is what brings me here tonight. Together we will live forever. As mortal creatures, humans can only truly fulfill this idea of eternal unity by means of procreation. Togetherness essentially is babies. Sacred is the lamb of thy womb right? Children ultimately are the achievable, tangible manifestation of that abstraction, of the love we inevitably yearn to express in physically craving each other. Thus the whole continuation of humanity is one grand serenade to ourselves! Our very being stands as a testament to answering that ancient question we find ourselves murmuring across the ages of our existence: "Why?" We exist because we are in love with ourselves. We are the great, chronic masturbaters of the universe. Despite any screaming "SEX FOR THE SAKE OF SEX!" as we plunge into the depths of each other, the reality is we cannot escape our continuation. Sex cannot be had for its own sake as the very act is simply a means to procreate. Mayhaps a few hours after reading this you'll find yourself diving under the sheets because feelsgoodman. Know you are born to chase those feels because every fiber of your being is driven to prevail. You're biologically engineered so that sex feels good. Thus, although I was born unto you, although we're chained, here I am without you and that is truly forever. tl;dr Existence precedes essence annnddd you're ironically bound to that claim as long as you're alive. Our existence entails our essence (which is to continue), and that's what good ol' Sartre failed to see. So, if we must declare an end goal for humanity, it seems like it is literally an end to humanity and no gf feel is OKAY and we shouldn't reproduce. Critique me.