ilikeostrichmeat wrote on 12 Jul 2022 05:48:
Let me preface this by saying I didn't grow up religious. I went to a baal teshuvah yeshiva for a year, which is nowhere near enough, but it's a start. B'H' I'll return when I get the chance.
Anyways, we consider sexual urges to be natural, like hunger, thirst, tiredness, etc., but the boundaries of acting upon those sexual urges are so much more restrictive, punishable, and limited than any of the others, and it's beginning to drive me mad. Don't argue kashrut is worse, because I, as a food lover, have had a far easier time conquering over my urges to eat treif than I have my sexual urges. And where, for a 24 year old bochur like me, are the solutions? We poskun in a way where sleeping with a non-Jewish girl, even as a d'rabbanan, is held to be as bad as an issur d'raisa; sleeping with a Jewish girl who likely hasn't toveled is an issur d'raisa that's hayev kareis; zerah levatalah, well, there's a reason this organization exists; and simply getting married to the first girl I meet simply to solve these issues is a pretty stupid thing to do.
WHAT IS A GUY LIKE ME TO DO? Just install filters on everything I own and lift weights 3 hours a day?
What complicates this all further is I'm a virgin. I had zero confidence in high school/college, and now I do, and I still have that desire to experience what a no-strings-attached college-style relationship (or any real relationship) is like, rather than having one single relationship for the rest of my life and be left with nothing to compare it to and wondering what the alternatives could have been. It was the one big element of secular college life I never had the chance to experience for myself, and that desire is so heavily ingrained in my brain that, despite all the Torah study, all the warnings against going down that path and the risk it'll put to my connection with HaShem, I haven't managed to shake it.
Yo Amigo. Thanks for joining and posting this. First let me say... ostrich meat? that one takes the cake! Love it.
Second-As regards your post- I'm BT too. I grew up modern Orthodox. I was always called by my Hebrew name, house was always kosher even though I strayed for a while, I went to co-ed schools (which is the root of modern Orhtodoxy's problems IMHO) and had many girlfriends many who I used and sort of viewed as conquests in my own sick immature demented arrogance. I was from a decent background, narcissistic, went to co-ed summer camps. To sheltered to realize how sheletered I was actually from the streets and the 'real' which seemed to call to me. Before God smacked me back on track, I was Aiming for serious drug abuse and I don't know what would have happened to me had I gone with my friends to Dahab and tried acid while in Israel for the year.
That said I never went to college but I was close enough to get the vibe. I missed out and longed for the care-free spring break hookups.. I still do, to a degree. But at the same time, the desire did lessen. Flatly- The only answer is time, effort and patience.
I would suggest focusing and realizing that you are not the first nor will you be the last person to feel this way. I would venture to say you most likely have at least a handful of people in the same boat as you in your immediate circle of acquaintances like in shul or yeshiva but you don't even realize it. BT syndrome is a challenge but it is something many BTs face. There is no amount of anyone telling you about how empty secular culture is, how obviously flawed the mentality of 'play the field to learn what you like' is, that will assuage these desires. That's a fact.
You yourself found in the heat of the passions and feeding your desires that you felt empty. So, what more proof do you need? You think you missed the 'big payoff? The light at the end of the tunnel? The pot of gold? THE pinnacle of sex?
It seems you are a sensitive soul. You must be, because what other reason is there for you to work to change your life in the way you have and are continuing to do? So, you know it's empty, false, decadent and numbing. And yet, wet t shirt contests and body shots, drug/alcohol fired parties will most likely continue to call to you for some time. I hate to sound pessimistic in that regard. But it is just the fact.
I might respectfully add that chazal were well aware of this pull, as are FFB's. We all experience the same thing and the word for it is prikas ol whihc means throwing off the yolk. It's the call of the times and it's everywhere. We can't escape the near constant conscious and subconscious invitations to just fill those desires. Look at your Pepsi bottle.. or Coke.. one them has in big letters- OBEY YOUR THIRST.
The world is trying to convince itself that prikas ol will make us happy. Soundbytes and vidgrabs of throngs of people dancing immodestly clad body parts moving in suggestive ways.. who doesn't feel the pull when walking down the street and seeing that billboard for a 'dream beach vacation.'
The sheltered frum? He for sure feels the pull. Actually, he's looking at you and saying, 'at least this guy had a chance to XYZ. Look at me, I never stepped foot in a bar or even got to talk to a woman other than when dating for shidduchim.
It is the same for you. THe same for me. The same for everyone. Prikas ol pulls us. We can always look back and find some additional pleasure we didn't experience. There is no end to it. And submitting to that is the only way out. To realize there was and is nothing you can experience that would leave you feeling, for the rest of your life, like you had the 'absolute best- creme dela creme of physical enjoyment' and THEN decided to become frum. There is no way to check that box on the bucket list. It will always be empty because that is the evil inclination. A persistent desire for more no matter how much you already have.
I almost married my high school sweet heart. Well she wasn't s weet heart I guess, because I cheated on her and she cheated on me while I was away in ISrael. So much for teen love. I look back from time to time and think about the ones that I got emotionally involved with. Sometimes I'll check out old girl friends facebook pages... imagining.. what if? Was it worth it? What did I give up, what did I gain.... But as time goes on I find it easier to focus on my life now. My family, my kids. And overall myself.
I wish you luck bro. Know that you have to find your own path through it, but that others have walked there before. Indeed, we all walk the same road we just don't realize it.
With love