Today is day 16th of my recovery from pornography.
Yesterday I slept at my best friend's house and we watched a movie. A great movie, by the way; it's called "LAes sept jours du Talion". Great photography. My friend found it boring, though.
Right after it was over, my friend wanted to watch some TV. It was late, we were alone, and he started zapping channels: I knew what he was looking for. So I pulled my blanket and tried to sleep.
Fortunately, he turned off the TV shortly afterwards.
It was funny to do that, because normally I'm the one who always is looking for porn. I'm the naughty one. He, on the contrary, is the serious one. He's had an eternal relationship with a girl he's planning to marry. While me, I'm always looking for short-term relationships and, yeah, for porn.
So it was strange to become the serious one for a while.
As none of us could sleep, we talked for a long time with the lights off. And I finally told him I'm a pornoholic. Didn't say that exactly, though. I told him about the essay I didn't do because I was too busy watching pornography, and I told him about this site, even though I didn't say its name cause I don't want him to read this.
So I hope he's gonna help me from now on, instead of making it harded by looking for porn in front of me. It was actually with him that I watched porn sixteen days ago. But now it's different 'cause I actually told him. What a relief.
Anyways, it's not watching porn with him what worries me the most. Pornography is a lonely thing, and when you use it with friends, it can't be more than a silly thing.
What worries me more is when I'm alone in front of my computer, and have nothing special to do. Like right now. Or when I do have plenty of things to do, but I just don't feel like doing anything useful.
There are times when I don't want to do nothing. Nothing is interesting. Even if the reason why I'm doing 2 careers is that I have many interests, sometimes I just don't like anything.
That's when I look at porn, even if I don't feel horny. Porn is my only weapon against boredom. But it's gone, now. I have no weapon against boredom. The spleen can come at any moment and embrace me.
But this time, I will let the spleen take hold of me. Anyways, it's OK to feel sad from time to time; I even think that melancholy is a precious feeling: it's the appropriate moment to write poetry.
Anyways, I think I'm leaving now. My mom is watching some TV; I'm gonna watch some TV with her, cause I seriously doubt that she is going to start zapping channels, looking for porn.
































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