I have unequivocally come to believe that dopamine is an evil mistress of the devil.
I have several reasons in my brain that are completely apparent to me as to why it is awful to involve myself in any of these behaviors that simultaneously release dopamine and are get me nowhere.
With that said, I also understand that I can only quit so much at once. Eventually, though, these things will be to me, what soda was 9 years ago when I stopped drinking it; meaningless. I don’t crave soda whatsoever because I have replaced it with water. And, I couldn’t even tell you what soda tastes like... so there isn’t a way to crave it.
However, there are a few other habits I want to quit. These have a stronger hold on me (fucking randoms constantly, spending money that doesn’t need to be spent, eating brown rice when there is sweet potato right in front of me).
Now, most times I able to control myself, but others the urge is strong. What do I do at these exact moments when I feel as though I am going to give up or notice myself making excuses?
Once again, I know why I shouldn’t do it, but I am at a point where I am more and more constrained in my life, and I sometimes say, ‘Ah what the hell’.
I want to stop this, ‘what the hell,’ now that it’s been a while of it and move to cutting each out completely.
Any suggestions on how to do so greatly appreciated. Thanks.
EDIT: someone said none of the stuff I listed is bad. I see it as not that good. I’d rather eat sweet potato than processed grains. I would rather not chase after my urge of crushing pussy and instead be more in control.
In other words, I don’t want to give into my urges just because. Why is smashing pussy all the time good? What because someone at TRP said so? Because it’s in our biology? Well, our biology also wants us to “feel good.” Hence why dopamine exists as a chemical that our brain produces. Does that mean I should go out and buy some heroin and give my biology what it wants?
I should be and want to be more selective with women, instead of sleeping with any girl throwing it at me.
But, more importantly, I want to be more in control of myself, not give into to things, that even though may not be “that bad,” aren’t really great either. Keeping the dopamine low so it doesn’t take much to make me happy. I want to end up the opposite of Charlie Sheene, and not constantly needing to push my pleasure threshold higher. Because... yup, you guessed it, there is no ceiling for pleasure.