Most of this size stuff is in our heads. At times I still feel small (at 8 x 7.5 inches).. It\'s dysmorphia. Our minds play tricks on us.
Dance With Dragons wrote: The source of all of this is the inability to accept that none of us are perfect, none of us are even close. We are not god\'s gift to women, most of us really are barely adequate, and frankly we\'re lucky to be that. A lot of us will go through life never really being loved, never really satisfying a woman, and that\'s because most women, just like men, can neither love nor be satisfied. If you had a giant Dick but were missing money, or looks, or height, or talent or personality... You would still come up short. It\'s why the richest people still want more money, why successful entertainers still continue to pander when they don\'t need to, just trying win over a few more fans, and why guys who already have a decent Dick still feel insecure, because there isn\'t enough of anything in the whole world to fill that \"I want\" void.
We\'re all so damn hung up on the idea that if we had a huge Cock we\'d be able to fill the void in any woman\'s life and then she would love us above all others and crave only us... What a complete crock of shit. Even if that were true, we would become unimpressed with women as a whole because it would be easy and then we\'d stop caring what women thought of us, and we\'d move on to God knows what next, whatever we couldn\'t have so we could focus on and put a name to the void in our chest and our mind, to blame something outside of us for the way we feel, and then say, \"If I only had this I\'d be complete\" but we never will be. Not ever, not as long as we live will we ever be enough; we will never impress women, we will never satisfy them and we will never be satisfied either. There is no solution to any of this, we will never win.
When a game is rigged or worse, broken, the only way to win is to get up and walk away. This game can\'t be won, and no matter what we do, chasing these thoughts down the rabbit hole will only continue to destroy us one breath at a time. I am just as guilty of all of this, and I am just as frustrated and angry as you are. I have a huge Dick compared to what I had before and I feel as small as I ever did because I will never ever be \"good enough\". That doesn\'t exist for me, nor anyone else. No one is good enough.
What is the solution? To stop playing the fucking game. It\'s over. We didn\'t lose, we didn\'t win, we just need to realize that it\'s not a fun game and stop playing before it drives us completely mad. Life is short and getting shorter every minute. Who cares if I\'m tearing some bitches pussy up or if she can\'t even feel me. What the hell does that have to do with me. What difference does it make? Nothing. Not one bit of difference to your life, my life or anyone else\'s. We\'re still dying, we\'re still on the way out, getting older and slower each minute that passes, and we will never stop looking for and finding a reason for why we are soooo much smaller and more worthless than everyone else. In the end, we think that because that\'s what we want to think. It gives us a reason to keep getting up in the morning, it gives us a narrative. We\'re the worthless small guy, the guy that no one will ever care about, the guy who got handed a raw deal and wasn\'t blessed with the biggest out of 3.6 billion cocks. We were cheated and not made a god among men and we will never forgive ourselves for that, the audacity to be born flawed, frail, insecure, weak and worst of all, human.
Yeah man, I get it, round 3 will fix it all. For sure.