full circle

I was once one of the world’s greatest
copulators, I rushed from
bed to bed to bed
within the same
day and night and it was seldom at
my place,
I only went home to
check the mailbox
and then
suddenly one day I realized
that I wasn’t doing anything
exceptional,
I wasn’t doing anything that
anybody else couldn’t do
with the same amount of
concentrations and
manipulation, and
so I decided upon a new
hobby
which was
to see how long I could go
without going to bed with a
woman.
I got good at that
too
and then
suddenly one day I realized
that I wasn’t doing anything
exceptional:
many other people were doing
just what I was
doing (or wasn’t doing),
and so
I had to go through
all that
to find out
that it really didn’t
matter
whether I ever fucked
or
not.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1986
Source
Original manuscript