Psychology Today
It's my consensus that the world is populated by addicts. There's reason to think that each one of us is addicted to something. And when one considers that there's much on this planet with which to become addicted, then it seems so. Let’s begin with the A’s:
Alcohol
Aerosol Sniffing
Action/Adrenalin
Applause/Attention/Fame
Art
Arson
Authority
And that’s just the A’s.
Want a B?
Body Building
How about some C’s:
Colas
Codependency
Caffeine
Collecting
Crime
Not to mention:
Drugs – legal and illegal
Exercising
Eating disorders
Gambling
Internet
Over achieving
Pornography
People pleasing
Perfectionism
Religion
Sadism/Masochism
Smoking
Television
Therapy
Sexual deviation
The above is not a complete list.
I’m sure if I were to ask you if you knew anyone who was addicted
to some substance or activity, my response would be in the affirmative. Personally, I know at this moment at least a
dozen or more friends/relatives who can be considered addicts with addictions that are either in denial, full out mode or are in different stages
of recovery. Right now, I have an adult
family member who since the age of 14 years old has been addicted to
prescription drugs and is just now in rehab for the longest she has allowed
herself to be. The family holds hope
that success will be hers.
Some time ago, I was in a conversation with a friend who
is an alcoholic. Somehow, during this
conversation, I made one of the more brainless comments I’ve ever made.
“Seems like everyone is addicted to something,” I said
and continued with award winning arrogance.
“I’m not addicted to anything.”
Ain’t that a pile of denial. And I’ll spare you the Egypt joke. I will say one thing in defense of myself, I
really believed what I said when I said it until days later. It was then that smug statement hit me
hard. WTF! Did I say that? Did I really?
Jesus, how could I have said something so stupid.
And so in the light of truth and new awareness, this is my
personal list of adequate addictions in alphabetical order:
Applause/Attention - an inherited trait.
Cleanliness – promoted and enabled by my mother.
Internet – promoted and enabled by Microsoft.
Order – also promoted and enabled by my mother.
Perfectionism – also promoted and enabled by my mother.
Picking - identified by my always well-manicured, 91 year
old Aunt Yvette.
Television – promoted and enabled by myself.
Truth – promoted and enabled by the general lack of it.
Though I am thankful that I don’t have a substance
addiction, the ones I suffer are debilitating to me. I've even created a new disorder (or so I
think) called Compulsive Order Disorder - aka COD - for not being able to cope with
things not being in a place I put them and insensitively moved by others. Perfectionism is the mother of all my fears. I believe that everything I do must be perfect
and I fear some lurking authority, real or imagined, judging me if it isn't. And so in the process of writing this post, I
go over it over and over again until fear is relegated to a room somewhere in
my brain. Then fear escapes and muddles
me again so I again find myself editing.
And you know what…I always find something I didn’t find the last
time. It’s exhausting and I never feel
like I’m finished.
2 comments:
I wanna take a class with somebody who is addicted to order.
What? Madeleine teaches one? Where? When!
I give classes at UMC (Univ. of Mind Control) on a scheduled quarterly basis except I can't find the schedule. I think someone moved it.
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