Common Factors


Today, many may say that after Health I was depressed, crabby. Yeah well, join the dots, it’s BECAUSE of health that I’m looking depressed and crabby, lovely bloody health, bringing light to so many lovely realizations of how ridiculously pathetic and stupid the human race really is. 

During Sex-Education everyone is having their fantasies and laughing over the stuff that’s been repeated every year since grade 5, how they can still find it funny and amusing I don’t know, anyways, out of this, instead of hearing “ejaculate”, “pleasure” and “gets inserted into the” I fell into another thought cloud moment, springing off thousands of thoughts and a whopping headache by the time the day ended, and unlike everyone else who attends a sex-education class, my thoughts were not of such “common factors.”

What are you on about this time?

Well here’s what, every living thing on the planet reproduces, whether its the germs, parasites splitting into two, or trees releasing pollen into the air to grow other trees, along with all animals having sex to reproduce, in a more than similar way. Basically, any living thing, that doesn’t reproduce, wouldn’t exist.

By instinct we have this fantastic *sarc* urge to love and reproduce in order to keep the race going, just like the germs, we will eventually get bigger and bigger spreading like a parasite, we will consume the Earth, we already are, think of the Earth as a being and all us humans, animals and trees are all germs eating away at it’s health.

That’s not the thing that bugs me, what bugs me is the fact that, our sole purpose, is to reproduce, that’s all we’ve been made to do, I mean think about it, puberty starts off at 9-17 gearing up all your sexual organs, to try and get you to reproduce early so that you have enough time to quadrupilate (my new word) by the time you reach 20, everything in life try’s to drag you to it, attraction, puberty, love. Throughout life your body will produce sexual stuff, eggs, sperm la-di-da-di-da

I mean imagine the world without these feelings, what is it then?
There would be no relationships, or love, because wouldn’t stimulate anything, you wouldn’t feel anything from it. It would all be friendships, and nothing more than that. Would it be fun?

I’d like to say yes, but its a double sided issue, while it would be great that you could be with friends playing by a lake with lush green grass and a sunset skimming across the trees, and not have feelings get in the way in how you act or feel towards your friends, you could be more open, more free, more sense in your mind without hormones choosing for you.

The bad thing is, in this case is that we wouldn’t be there if it wasn’t for these feelings, you wouldn’t have parents, but you wouldn’t be here either.
So the lovely world I see, wouldn’t exist.

Sigh. . .

Instead we are left in this world with the stupid expectation of one-day having sex, kids, the lot. By instinct pressure is built up.

And some may say, “Ben, you’re just afraid,” no, not afraid ‘disappointed’ and ‘disgusted’ are the words to say.
For we are controlled by some force, some instinct, to do something that everyone thinks is under their control, here’s a newsflash people, it’s not your decision, you can’t choose who you find sexually attractive its implanted in you, it’s all clouded in this feeling of control so that it feels natural, why shouldn’t it, IT IS NATURAL.

Here’s the biggest thing, came to mind a lot.
‘Pleasure’ you get pleasure from going off, doing the deed so that you can reproduce, think about this? Am I the only one that sees this and feels this way?

It’s a lure.

You feel good about it, the force behind this rubbish, is dangling a carrot on a stick, the carrot being pleasure.
You feel good about being in love,
You feel good about ‘doing the deed’
You feel good about kissing and touching
All these feelings are individual, you can’t get them any other way, you can’t feel the feeling of love, in any other way than to love, you can’t get the pleasure of kissing and touching without kissing and touching.

These things have all been designed in care, each with a pleasure of their own that you can’t get anywhere else, they stand out, and it’s all to lure you in to do what you were created to do, reproduce.

It’s almost like when you were little, having a calendar to mark how many times you brushed your teeth or made the bed.
If you did what you had to do, you were given a reward.

The human race obviously doesn’t change much.

The best cure the human race could make,
Would be one that removes these feelings and hormones.
For I consider it an illness, something weighing us down.

Without hormones and these feelings, we would have more concentration.

To work on things that actually matter.


-By now, those that are thinking that I’m just some kid that’s scared of growing up, or some kid that is gay or whatever it is you ‘original’ sheep-acting twits think, I ask you to leave this blog, get lost. Your ignorance in opinion is not wanted here. 
Then again, judging by the similarity of some sheep-acting twits these days, any that did decide to read this blog probably gave up the moment they read the word “Home” along the top of the page… 

-For those that find interest in what I just said, I thank you in being open for opinion, and by accepting my opinion, maybe not necessarily agreeing with it, but by reading it and understanding the points I made you show a high level of intelligence.

It’s Time for Change

Warning: The topic of this post is very heavily debated, and some may be offended. Reader’s discretion is advised. Hello, and welcome to another Benaball blog post. Sit back, get some snacks. This will be…


    *frowns* no feelings, no opinions, just facts? Sounds horrible to me. Our books (and movies, TV) would be dry and really, really terrible. If we didn't *want* anything they would go along the lines of '…in which the main character had, over the course of a week, done some work in his garden, played a great deal of netball, helped mend a road, fathered a child on his wife and then unexpectedly died of thirst just before the last chapter.' (Mostly Harmless, Douglas Adams) I refuse to live in any world where there are no decent books and I don't love or have any sort of feelings for them anyway. No creativity at all. Oh! I feel faint now. Awful, awful.

    I think that I may have been misunderstood.

    I meant that no feelings for attraction and love affection, all other feelings would remain, only those controlled by hormones would be the feelings I'd wish to not contain.

    And I do believe that the love for a book is quite different to that of love for a partner.
    Just like hormones makes people think of the opposite sex, not . . books.

    You would still love books
    You would still have opinions
    Just not instinctual feelings driven by hormones

    = )


    Now I know this was posted nearly a year ago :/ but I think what Ben posted here is something to take notice of.

    We are all driven by Testosterone and Oestrogen. They are natural, uncontrollable hormones that cause us to make decisions on things, whether we like these decisions or not.

    Wouldn’t it be great if we had a WORRY-FREE world, that we could cherish and create friendships without feeling sexual feelings towards each other?

    Now I want that world 😀

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