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A problem which, I dare say, I myself have encountered before.
You see, although impossible to tell for those who are, alas, so unfortunate that they are only granted to briefly cross my path in the maze we call Life, the lucky few whom I do allow to tag along with me for longer stretches of time and space, and whom I offer the rare chance and the immense pleasure of enjoying my company, my friendship and, yes, even my love during a significant portion of their otherwise meaningless lives, well, these people soon discover that under the dull exterior of my mortal coil is hidden an adventurous soul with an inquisitive mind, a man blessed or - depending on one's point of view regarding such matters - perhaps cursed with the sort of curiosity that can easily kill far greater things than a simple cat. At first glance I may appear to be not much more than a zen buddhist version of Woody Allen, a man who looks like he spends most of his time behind a typewriter, but never judge a book by its cover. Much like the painted on smile of a clown is often only there to hide his infinite sadness, my mundane looks may suggest a boring personality eager to conform to societal norms, but rest assured that it is but a mask I choose to wear to mislead the herd. The blood of Alexander the Great runs through my veins and his ambition to conquer every square inch of the world is what makes my heart beat. Unfortunately I was born far too late to explore this world and far too early to explore the universe. But there was still the vast labyrint of the human mind, a realm that intrigued me, a mysterious world in which I boldly ventured and where I gladly explored what I saw worthy to be explored, if only to quench my thirst for knowledge. Literature, philosophy, art, music, movies, I tasted all. But it was not enough. Then came the internet, a treasure trove of information, but I quickly discovered that most of the information therein was already known to me from my earlier studies. I experienced disappointment, depression, emptiness and boredom until I opened a door that offered a kind of knowledge I largely lacked because in the past it had been limited to pictures in magazines and low resolution videos on VHS: I opened the door that led to the world of internet porn. I world full of sights I had never seen before and I wanted to see them all. And that I did, for almost a quarter of century, with a special interest for the barely lit, and sometimes even pitchblack alleys only a fearless man such as myself would dare to enter. I discovered places that filled me with disgust, but also places I often, as often as I could really, returned to to feed the insatiable hunger called addiction and obsession: the places that were populated by beautiful girls and women with a dick. This eventually had real life consequences and threw me into the bed and the grip of a trans prostitute. Now, I have always been a taker not a giver, but that day I both took and gave, and it was a moment of transcendency. Which made me somewhat gay, if I can believe the opinions of others.
Now I feel there is nothing left to explore or discover. Much like you.
And again I experience disappointment and depression and emptiness and boredom.
Life is unfair.
