How cunning is addiction?

We are  all  addicted to  something.  It  may  be  to  different  things, but  my  concern is that  bonding. A habit like  any  other,  addiction  begins  either  as a  result of  your  love  for  that particular thing  or  because of some  luring  originating  from  some  external  force. The  attachment  develops,  grows  and  selfstrengthens  with time. By  the  time  we  realize  it, it’s  already  a  strong  and  resilient  thread  that  can’t  be gotten  rid  of  that  easily. 

I tend  to  view  addiction  and  obsession  as  two  alike  things. So, if I  were  to  define  them,  then I’ll  term them  as  a  strong  rebelling  emotion  to  the  urge  of letting  go  of  something  or  someone. 

As  a little  African  boy,  during  early  2000’s, going  to  school and  spending  my  entire  childhood  in the village,  birds  were  my  treasure.  There  is  nothing  that  I  really  enjoyed  more  than  going  out  chasing  after birds. I wasn’t  into  this alone. All  my  friends  had  this  as their habit  too.

  There  wasn’t  any  time  to  waste when school  closed in  the  afternoons,  we’ll  rush  home  and  pull  off  school uniform  and  in  our civilian clothes start  chasing  after  these  beautiful  creatures.  We’d  catch them  with  our  traps and  if big  enough we would assemble,  make  fire  and  roast  them  carefully. And  there  we  had  our  feast. If small,  we  used to rear them.  My  brother  and  I  had  our  own little  cage  for these  little  creatures.  

Our  obsession  could  at times be  accompanied  by  tears rolling  down  our  eyes  whenever  any  of the  birds  broke  free  out  of  our traps or  when  the cat we  had  at  our home  found  itself an easy meal from  it. 

As a grown up  now,  I slowly  find  myself being  preoccupied  by  different things. Coffee  is  one. It  began with one  small  cup  but  now  it’s  a  couple  of big  ones  before  retiring  at  night  and  immediately  I’m  out  of bed.  I take  more  of it  especially  when  my  friends come  check  on  me  or  when  I busy  myself with some writing  to  do  or  reading  or  drawing. It has that  spectacular and  special  taste  that  I keep  thirsting  for.  I believe,  even  more  cups as  time  goes  by. 

But  how  cunning  can  addiction  be? 

If you  had  a  chance  to  confront  that  then  little  boy  out  of  his habit,  you’d  have  sure  made  an  enemy.  My mum did  her best  but  her best  wasn’t really  enough. I  would  at  times  come  home  late. I  would  fail  to take  my  mum’s delicacies.  Her  canning  wasn’t  really  enough  to  have  me  out  of  my  obsession. Come  with your fully  packaged research  on  how  caffeine  contained  in my  coffee  may  be  bad,  trust  me  it  will be almost impossible to  win  me  out.   

There  are  so  many  things that  we  get  ourselves into.  At first, it’s  one  leg but  after some  time  both legs are thrust  in.  Getting  out  can  be  much of  a  burden.  My  home  province  leading  with highest  numbers  of drug  addicts  (cocaine,  heroin, marijuana and  many  others),  the  government’s efforts  to  end  drug  abuse isn’t  enough. The  rehabilitation  centers  stationed at  various constituencies in  our  four counties  are not enough.  

 Being  knowledgeable  of  the  adverse  side  effects, isn’t  enough. Maybe,  contact  with  the  reality  should  be but  why?

 What is  enough  anyway  to  end  addiction? 

6 Replies to “How cunning is addiction?”

  1. Totally agree about obsession and addiction being the same, or at the very least twins. And coffee is a must when writing or being with friends.

    Breaking the habit is a tricky one though. The more you try to convince someone, the more they’ll do it anyway, just to prove the opposition wrong. I’ve done it, too, and I’ve seen it done as well. In college almost everyone I knew was doing coke. I’m not a moralist, and I never tried it.

    But here’s an interesting fact. Maybe instead of preaching, punishing and withholding, use love as an incentive? It could work in some cases. My best friend told me straight up if she ever found out I was doing drugs (and she made it very clear that she would find out), she’d call my parents to have them take me back. My reasoning was, if someone cares about me so much, the least I can do is comply.

    But addiction / obsession is trickier than just that. You know how people swap out one obsession for another? One argument would be to make the new addiction a positive one. But would it really work? You’re still replacing one addiction with another. So, maybe not that ideal.

    Another thing I noticed is with people addicted to food. In the cases I witnessed, there was a real sense of fear that food would not be there. These were people who had never gone hungry in their lives. Nor were they poor. But they were reluctant to offer you their food, and if they did, they would get angsty if you took even a spoonful.

    Drugs and alcohol are interesting. I can’t judge addicts, because there are too many reasons. But I’d love to know the reasoning and connection behind it as well. For the record, I tend to get addicted to and obsessed with people. But with me I’m sure it comes from being torn away everything I loved and that made me feel safe when I was nine. No war, just my parents deciding it was time to move back to the Nazi town we lived in before that. Which is nothing compared to some. But I do believe addiction and obsession could be down to that one fine trigger. And for a kid it doesn’t take much.

    Plus, birds are fascinating. Not just to cars and little / younger children. I can see the appeal being in outsmarting them with traps.

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  2. I like your point on how we are all addicted to something. Good thing for you coffee is considered healthy now!! I have viewed myself as being addicted to sugar for quite some time… it’s so hard to quit the habit. It’s comforting to think about life like we are all addicted to something!

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