T's Non FIFO Blog #8


The definition of addiction is:-

"The state of being enslaved to a habit or practice or to something that is psychologically or physically habit-forming. The continued repetition of a behavior despite adverse consequences, or a neurological impairment. These habits and patterns associated with addiction are typically characterized by immediate gratification (short-term reward), coupled with delayed deleterious effects (long-term costs)"

I'm sure the bible says something along the lines of "Do not be deceived... blah blah blah, evil morals and corruption"

Wow - take that the sisters at Bridgine College who never gave me anything higher than 49% in religion back in the day! High fivesie's to me!




I believe I have one of these neurological impairments...
An increased need for this immediate gratification...
That can bring me to tears at times.

Now the "times" are becoming for frequent...
No longer is it "whenever I can get it"...
It's just about daily.

I am starting to build my life around it...
Schedule my actions accordingly...
Plan and prepare for the event.








If you call me at midday...
I wont answer.

You invite me out to lunch...
I may suggest brunch.

Lunch time classes...
Swapped for the mid afternoon 4pm time-slot.

Delivery dudes may knock on my door anywhere between 12pm and 1pm...
I pretend I'm not home.

At midday the blinds come down...
To minimise glare/reflection.








It's the Ellen DeGeneres Show!
Or simply "Ellen" as a reference is fine.
Now in it's 11th season and broadcasting to China if you're a facts and figures type of person.








I now dance daily - just about convinced myself that I can dance like this lady...
http://cdnapi.kaltura.com/index.php/extwidget/openGraph/wid/0_1w4817cf
10sec of this clip and if you're not already smiling don't bother reading any further.


Or - try to picture my head, on that black woman's mean moves...
NOW, if you're not smiling, definitely shut down this blog and get back to your day.


I giggle at the funny photo segment...
So, you buy your family some cheap - cause times are tough - Chocolate Santa's that look fine wrapped, but when they're unwrapped??!?!



I'm nearly in tears from laughter as she gets crazy yanks... from the audience to play musical chairs - but they're blind folded and the chairs move, so these grown adults are basically crawling on all fours, around the floor, feeling their way around for a stool, and trying to be on a stool before the music ends, yet what they "feel" in-front of them is not a stool, yet another competitors arse, which they think is a stool, so they try and mount it!








By this stage I am nearly in "that place" - where your eyes are virtually bleeding tears, you are hunched over, uncontrollably laughing, which actually starts to hurt your stomach, and makes it hard to breath, and there is definitely NO WAY of trying to talk to explain your actions.

You know the times when you can't look at your co worker, or buddy and you physically need to remove yourself or them, to a corner of the room before life can resume...

I sometimes find myself at that high...
Each lunchtime...
I'm just missing when somebody snorts, which sets you off all over again.








Now I know that for many addiction is not a laughing matter.
Not even a topic to be joked about. 

 
My question is...
Why do addictions need to be evil?
Corrupt?
Bring adverse consequences?








Because my new addiction is brilliant!


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