I wish I could look at a hot woman and feel absolutely nothing.

I wish I could see her for what she truly is: an amount of flesh, blood, muscles and bones.

I wish I wasnt a slave to biological responses to certain stimulis.

I wish I had complete control over my acts and thoughs.

Instead I am tossed around like a ragdoll, manipulated like a puppet by forces I dont fully understand.

It's indeed a sad existence this one, when everything we have to distract ourselves from the constant ticking of the clock is meaningless carnal lust.