Thursday, February 23, 2006
addicted society
you don't realize you have an addiction until you stop cold turkey. it's the worst feeling one can imagine and then some. all you do is think about it; day, night, dreams, writing. it's all that's on your mind. one would think that it's worse to have in your life...thinking that it slows you down. that the addiction doesn't motivate you to keep going, to give it your all. addiction should be something that causes a problem in your life. it shouldn't be something positive. it should be a dark little secret that you go to at 3 a.m. when everyone's sleeping. it's something you buy in an alley way, looking behind your shoulders because you may get jumped. it's something you shouldn't be able to admit to so easily but i don't think it's the case here. for some reason, it's worse for me and i wonder that after the cold sweats, the restless sleep, the lack of appetite, that it will get better. that's all one has going for them...the hope. the hope that someday that after all is said and done there is that light. that warm sunshine on your face. that something wonderful. it's all i have going for me right now and if that's all i have, i'll take what i can get. i've already fired the jury in my head who've told me to stay stong and move along. what the fuck do they know? my gut tells me when it's right and wrong and it's telling me that i should not stop. so i won't. i won't stop until it fades away into nothing. i will continue with the addiction until it sweats itself out of my body. my body rejecting it's ever sweet goodness. acceptence is the first step to recovery...my name is dan and i have an addiction.
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Yesterday I was late to work because a guy hit a deer on the road in front of my property. I waited with his friend for the sheriff to come out and put the deer down. It's always great to watch a cop shoot a severely wounded creature in the back of the head. Then I helped the guy gut the deer and throw it in the back of his pick up truck. I did this in my suit. My boss thinks that I'm a redneck. I'm just morbid. I like to watch death, I like to hold organs.
I'm busy and I'm tired. Don't worry for me though. It's late and instead of drinking like any normal person would be, I've been sitting at my desk in my pajamas working. Not working like writing a novel, but working like writing a purchase agreement.
I guess that we've all got our addictions Dan.
ok dan, I know you don't have a normal addiction, so what is it? Movies, porn, Taco Bell, come on, level with us.
Q, is there really such a thing as a "normal" addiction?
Everyone's sick of my serious writings. I shall write about clowns and air baloons next.
a "normal" addiction is to a substance that is highly addictive because of it's chemical make up, (Nicotine, alcohol, etc) which in turn produces a physiological addiction, or need, in the body. Now, a "abnormal" addiction would be a phsycological addiction formed from you mind telling your body "you need it" just because you like it, but there is no physiological "need". does that clear things up?
my point was saying that any addiciont, normal or abnormal, isn't really a good thing. Hence me making the comment about a "normal" addiction because needing to smoke ten packs a day or having to eat a shit load of food...those aren't normal situations.
are you avoiding my original question?
if i want people to know what i'm talking about, i'll tell them. if i don't...too bad. it's just the way it goes.
Dan has spoken...Hallow be they name.
good day to you sir, .... I said Good day!
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