There are many vices we have. Some of them aren't recognizable. My therapist, with his glasses perched on his nose, was sitting across from me, giving me that look. It was that time to visit my shrink again. I still don't understand what a shrink is supposed to mean. What are they, a tiny balled wrapped up plastic ball of glass, or so-called degrees that are supposed to look in your brain or something? Yet I still found myself sitting there across from him, spewing out all my secrets. As I steamed, he insisted there was nothing serious about my addiction. I stormed around his office, flinging papers everywhere, "I can't get it out from under my skin! I am addicted to something!" He chuckled, simply stating, "That is love for you. That is what happens when you date an addict. There are many types of addictions, but this isn't one we treat. You might want to stop hugging that bottle you're lugging around or you may very well end up visiting me soon." Addictions come in many forms. Some of them are treatable and some of them are just left to time. Some of them are human, some of them pertain to sex and alcohol, and some of them are fallacies of the heart. It is possible to become addicted to someone and that is what I found myself storming out of the office enraged over. There is no cure for missing someone. There is no replacement for staring at a bottle and wishing it was someone else. There is nothing for an empty ache at the bottom of your soul and knowing it is not mutual. There is no explanation for missing someone yelling at you. There is no rationale for missing the pain of someone obnoxiously insulting you to your face and making you laugh. It is part of life and we validate ourselves by finding something else to become addicted to. Caring about a mind-addled alcoholic is one of the worst things I will experience but I still won't change it. The texts remaining that he barely recalls, the fact he keeps going back to the same things, and he forgets that he cusses out the people he loves or cares about in some sort of attempt to forget his own lapses. Yet am I any different? Lugging my bottle of alcohol from bar to bar, trying to find some sort of replacement. Are we any different when we go on quests, trying to find some grand meaning to life? Are we any different? Addictions are addictions, even the undiagnosable ones. It is possible to become addicted to a person and to objects. We just usually use objects to replace people because people are harder to deal with. People are harder to face. People are harder because they're unstable and they're not safe. So, my cold bottle facing me, I have a choice. I could become addicted but I won't. I have an addiction, but it is not to alcohol. Passion
Interesting post. However, addictions are in fact coping methods. For the most part. An addiction is always to replace something or fulfill something that is no longer there or needed. To have an addiction to something, good or bad, usually stems from a lack or need. And to be quite frank, everyone has an addiction to something or someone.