The caveat is that you have to be motivated by love, not fear, but that’s for another time. To get back to what I was saying, my basic attitude toward life was that I was in a hole. I’ve had this attitude for years, by the way. So, I’m in a hole, and I just need to figure out how to get out of the hole. And I thought, I’m a smart guy, a smart guy like me should be able to get out of a hole using only my wits. I’m like Tony stark man, in this hole, you know, just with mud and stuff. In the hole you only have mud so I thought, ok, simple, make a ladder out of the mud. I just need to get out of the hole man, I’ll just make this ladder, the last ladder didn’t work but this time I’ll just get out of the hole, and then… I just need to get out of the hole. I’m a smart guy, I’ll be like Tony stark. Totally self-reliant. The problem is you can’t make a ladder out of mud, and there’s not enough room in the hole to make a kiln to fire the ladder rungs and sides and get them strong enough to stand on, the hole is like, about my size, just enough room to jack off. Turns out you can’t make a ladder out of wet mud, and that’s all I have in the hole. So, my approach over the last year was that if I were to jack off a lot, and boost my ejaculate volume, I could make like a goop gun from prey (the reboot). I’d like embrace my strengths, here. I ate a lot of celery, to increase my ejaculate volume, I also did a bunch of prostate-strengthening kegels to increase my range, that way I would maximize ladder building efficiency. I’d make, like, a ladder, or a staircase, and I’d just walk up. But when I tried to stand on the first tier of the cum ladder it broke under me as I came. After that I became too depressed to even think of getting out of the hole let alone masturbate.