I feel you breh,
You're going through an existential crisis right now.
You should certainly read The Stranger by Camus
Sometimes when you enter deep philosophical thought you can go down a nihilistic downward spiral on some:
"Isn't there more to life than just fukking?

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And the thought of sex, ambition and drive can be perceived as pointless. This nihilism is present throughout literature, Keats said it best in his ode on indolence which you should also look up.
The point is breh, you're not a weirdo/gay/loser for having these thoughts, it's a topic which is pertinent and fundamental to all humans.
Like are we more than just sexual beings? Or are we just like every other animal that has basic primal urges?
You can go really deep down the rabbit hole on some trippy shyt with this
