

Armchair psychologist here also trying to figure himself out before the inevitable end.
I don’t think this is as much of an uncontrollable craze as it is hyper-awareness of your passive actions/thoughts. Imagine the opposite of complete, nothing to react to, ignorance x 10. I’m a perfectionist and a problem solver. I have to earn leisure through productivity. I constantly desire more of everything. I’m over-observant with grainy photographic memory. AND I’m hyper-aware of everything all the time. It may be my brain’s desire to consume or collect information, even if it’s trivial or irrelevant. This includes the passively hyper-focused observation of others.
You do it with dudes as well. Pets, cars, mailboxes. You get the idea. The only reason women stand out to you is likely because that’s just what you’re interested in. There was some faux research done a million years ago about how frequently men think about sex, and it was just short of nearly all the time. Since then debunked, but I still think it’s impossible for researchers to access the human subconscious, or our background processes. But like you said, you’re a heterosexual guy. It’s what we do. I too look at everyone I cross. Some stick with me, some generate uncontrollable thoughts or controllable urges.
I haven’t a clue what our current purpose is beyond the parasitization of Earth, but I imagine like all other living, breathing mammalia and friends, we were built for procreation, so it’s also only natural your brain is hot for the ladies. You’re just oversensitive to your thoughts, and then obsess over the thoughts, and then wind up here seeking advice. Or wait, is that me?



First step to replacing all your faucets. Then, if you’re curiously confident like me, you move to more advance plumbing projects, like replacing a shallow kitchen sink with a deeper sink not taking into consideration the size of the garbage disposal, the need to rework most of the under sink plumbing, and… oh but first I have cut the hole in the counter another 1/4" before I even begin to tackle any of that. There’s no god.
Turned out nice.