If your world revolves around sex and dick size, that's entirely your fault. Focus on something else and your world will change. Dudes with large dicks didn't do anything to you. It's just a little bit of flesh. Quit being a crybaby, put on your big boy pants, and do something else. Garden. Take up weight lifting or endurance sports. Learn a new language. Learn a new skill like massage therapy, or taxidermy. Travel. Pick a food. Perfect it.
I've been trying to figure out how to keep cilantro and recao alive. I keep killing them. It makes gardening a bit of an adventure. That, and I'm developing an edible forest as a landscaping project at my house. I'm even trying to grow some moss graffiti. That's a mite bit harder than it looked. Third try is the charm.
No one's chocolate chip cookies are better than mine. Mine are perfection in a mouthful. So I moved on and perfected the chocolate brownie. They are spectacular. So I've gone back to another classic that still needs tweaking-- red velvet cake. The frosting is almost right, the texture is nearly there, but the flavor is a slam dunk. Now I need to alter the acid content without changing the flavor so the texture will be perfect. It's part avocation, part occupation. It passes the time.
I'm learning to do coloring. I'm not so good with shading yet, but I'm always looking to improve my artistic ability and apply that skill set to sugar sculpting. I'd like to start competing in the next ten years or so. Anyway, my sculptures are getting better, but I still need to improve how I use color, light, and shadow. For now, I've just been playing with color. I sit with my grandma, and we do arts and crafts. She does little projects with glue and paper, and I attack a coloring book.
I run my mouth on the phone. I'm almost always talking to someone while I do whatever I have to do. I either need to run my mouth and sell something, or I need to gossip to unwind from selling. Or I need to bitch about my grandmother. True story.
I like penises, and sex is a major part of my life. However, I'm only here when I need to look like I'm not really watching my grandmother do something private. She appreciates the appearance of privacy, even though I can't leave her alone to do things like change her disposeable undies, for example. By and large my life is my grandmother, my work, and my hobbies. My life focuses on these things because of choices I made. Choose your equivalent, and have a real life.