Hobbydom and Addiction

We are all addicted.

Now don’t go standing up and throw your tip on the table and click your little remote car starters JUST yet! I did not say that to offend anyone.(those that remain, maybe you are addicted to offense?) OK, with every one out of the room I can now tap the mic and speak freely, like I am singing in the shower with the door locked.

Although I initially chose my cherry popping FIRST virgin BLOG to be about sex - I figured I should start with the basics. I mean most like to HEAR about sex, but no one really likes to comment, add to or critique it publicly.(got to be BRAVE for that….I am egging you on) SO, I am going meat and potato’s, or in this generation couscous and home made pesto!

ADDICTION:
Many people confuse addiction with affliction. An addiction can actually be something healthy. ( I noticed a few of you just sat down and got comfortable again) Let’s look at addiction being a hobby.

Entertain that for a moment.

My “hobby” is baseball. All kinds all sorts. The guys at the office call me baseball boy! Curve ball man! I am SO into baseball! I listen to it in my garage, listen to it in my car. Read it about in the sports section. And HELL YEAH wear my teams baseball jersey on GAME day. Have a greased up, broke in glove! Autographed memorabilia. Cal Ripkin bath matt shower curtain combo. Ya, BASEBALL is my NAME, lil white round ball is my game! No batta No batta SWING batta batta!
DO you play baseball?

What are you kidding?!?!?! I just follow it, it’s my hobby man. I just love it! More than life!

ADDICTION:
I am a shoe whore. I love shoes. They come in so many wonderful different shapes and sizes and can represent a mood or an occasion. I love their texture, smell(new only, I am not a freak) and certainly trying them on. They are an accessory to what could be a so-so outfit, to a necessity for a hard day hiking.

I frickin LOVE shoes.

Do I talk about them at the office? Sure! Do I notice them on other people? YUP! Do I NOT take out the garbage or have a family dinner to have a “love affair” with them? No, can’t say I do. Nor do I miss a birthday, a friends conversation(looking over their shoulder, nodding), or a phone call shopping for them or reading about them. Do I not pay my water bill to have the “latest and greatest”? Not yet.


Are these both addictions? YES! Openly admitted by my sources. Could they also be hobby’s? FOR SURE!

Now don’t all you “sportos” jump my ass. I enjoy sports with the rest of em. And if I loved baseball MORE than I loved shoes I would have reversed the scenerio. Simmer. Just simmer. I could have used 100 other possible “subjects” but these just popped to mind.

BOTH scenerios are “addictions”, however BOTH hold a different level of hobbydom.

So what is your addiction? Baseball, shoes, tidying, booze, control, power, the remote(see power), food, scrap booking, photography, cooking, nicotine, window shopping, buying, coupon clipping, reading, make-up, schooling, music, politics, bug catching, alphabetizing, racing, perfecting. . . Feel free to continue the list - it remains endless.

Using addiction interchangeable with hobby certainly seems more comforting. Hobby being more socially acceptable because by saying wehave a hobby, we are professing we are ACTIVE and into something we love and have a passion for.

But PLEASE consider this:

An addiction is ONLY an affliction(cause of pain or distress) if it impedes on, or allows you to hide from _________ <<
I am not seeing any hands up! ! !

An addiction is ONLY an affliction if it impedes on, or allows you to hide from LIFE.

Addiction, check your level.
There’s a lot out there.
Drop it for a day
and live a little.

But check your level.