I thought about pussy 30 days in a row. Dry, wet, and fuzzy, all types of pussy crossed my mind. I couldn’t help it, I was obsessed. Initially, a break from my imaginary monkey friend was a blessing in disguise.
At first, it was just a passing curiosity. I’d see a cute pussy on social media and it would make me smile. But before I knew it, I was thinking about pussy all the time.
I’d wake up in the morning and the first thing on my mind would be “I wonder what my pussies are up to today?” I’d spend hours scrolling through pussy memes and watching pussy videos online. My friends and family thought I was crazy, but I couldn’t help it. I was a pussy person through and through.
As the days went by, my obsession only grew. I started wearing pussy-themed clothing and decorating my house with pussy paraphernalia. I even considered getting a tattoo of a pussy on my arm.
But as much as I loved pussy, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being ridiculous. I mean, how many days in a row can a person think about pussy before it becomes unhealthy?
Eventually, I decided to take a break from my pussy fixation and focus on other things. It wasn’t easy, but I managed to break the pussy-thinking habit. And you know what? It was actually kind of liberating.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I still love pussy. But I’ve learned that it’s important to have balance in life and not get too obsessed with any one thing. So here’s to moving on from my 30-day pussy obsession and finding new things to think about.