A Day In The Life Of An Addict

 

Yes i am an addict. i suppose it’s time to confess. It may come as a shock to some of you out there, but i think i have hidden my dirty little secret for quite long enough. So brace yourselves and know that this is a very difficult confession for me.

There is one thing in my life that i have been unable to get away from. No matter how much i try, or how determined i am to walk away from this particular obsession it just seems to keep crawling back in and won’t let me go.

i sincerely hope that my revelations do not make you as my friends and family and random readers think poorly of me. i would hate for my addiction to put a strain on our most cherished relationships. i hope that you as my group of close confidants will stand by me and see me through these hard times.

i, my friends, am a book addict…i know i know…it’s shameful and embarrassing to admit such a deep addiction to something so heinous. It is taking a great deal for me to come clean about this insane addiction that i can’t seem to shake.

Days on end i can do nothing but read. i have withdrawals if i cannot purchase new books as soon as they come out. i start going through the DT’s if i end up without a new book to read and have to immediately start searching through the boxes and shelves of books at my disposal to have something, anything to read. Even if i’ve read it a dozen times before.

 

i become entangled in the lives of the people i read about. They become alive to me when i am reading the stories of their lives. i become enthralled by the situations they find themselves in and yearn for them to make it through yet again. Even though i know deep down that they are not real, or that they are going to come through with flying colors as they’ve done countless times before.

 

   

     i see the characters in books in my head as i read about them, i see the scenes depicted on the pages as clearly as if i were there myself, from the mundane to the mediocre to the out of this world. It is all there in my brain for my mind to revel in every time i turn the pages.

   So for me…reading is an addiction. It is something i have to do in order to feel whole. It makes me feel better than all the chocolate in the world. Words are one of the most important ways of communication in our world and they are of paramount importance to one such as myself. i know i tease about the addiction part, but in truth i suppose that it is in fact reality and something i am damn proud of. No matter what others might say. *winks*