These people once started sending me advertising pictures of "sexy" older ladies, single and ready to mingle. It was extremely depressing.
corpse has two options.
either you go for the barty of option of sex-medication in which female affirmation cures all your mental ills and anguishes or you go for the luke option of strict disciplinarian spiritual workout routine.
the first requires getting over some nerves while the latter requires you not to succumb to your impulses so easily. they're small changes to make, but are highly rewarding.
pick one jack.
At your age you're unlikely to get away with it. As your medical doctor/spiritual guide I prescribed an ascetic November. Stick to taking the psychedelics and never mix them with alcohol. Don't smoke weed it'll just make you lethargic and irritable. Ditch all your friends. Give me all your Worldly Posessions.
Bowl trouble is the most middle-aged thing I've heard of, I knew we were indisputably at that point when we left Ikea the other day and my girlfriend said "I'm really excited about our new saucepans". I guess the twinge it caused in me when I heard that was the last spasm of some long dead nerve.
don't underestimate winter though. it makes everybody feel horrible and some are especially susceptible to it. in summer you'll be drinking pints with ben ufo again and feeling like a bossman.
I'm pretty sure that the person I was quoting meant to say bowel trouble. It's a classic mistake... my favourite was the advert for an all-comers "Open bowels tournament".I honestly misread that as "bowel trouble" to begin with, which made the rest of the post interesting.