I believe that you have to be addicted to something. I mean a drug, not like a person or something, a drug. An addiction allows you to give yourself to something else. It allows you to escape responsibility in one tiny area of your life. It reminds you that, important as you think you are, there is something that is more powerful than you. I have been happily—oh, so happily!—addicted to alcohol (so said my doctor) and cigarettes (nicotine mainly (but not exclusively))—Oh, and caffeine; I’m a caffeine addict BIG TIME caffiene addict—but alas I had to give up drink (I promised my doctor), and did, cold turkey, no AA or anything, which is why I never “really” considered myself addicted to alcohol, but I REFUSE to give up nicotine (you have to draw the line somewhere). Or caffeine. I get a headache if I don’t have a timely injection first thing in the morning. I was finally able to get off butts 30 years ago with nicotine gum. Now I’m addicted to the gum, and that’s a real addiction, unlike my love affair with etoh. If I went somewhere, I don’t know, maybe Somalia or Utah, where nicotine and caffeine in all their forms were illegal I’d become either a career criminal or a lunatic or have a permanent migraine.

Have a blessed evening.