‘I’ve never come across a single person who was addicted who wanted to be addicted.’ – Nora Volkow, Director of the National Institute of Drug Abuse.
I am very interested in Dr. Volkow’s observation, because I would have used the word “addiction” to describe my relationship to my blog, bookofjoe. I love doing it, seven days a week.
I can’t wait to get started every morning, and can spend 8-12 hours sitting here in front of the computer, taking a break every so often to drink, eat, pee, make the phone calls I need to make, get the mail, bring in packages etc., and tidy up around the house.
I can go days without going further from the computer than my mailbox and the bushes where the brain-dead newspaper guys toss all my papers.
But by Dr. Volkow’s reckoning, the fact that I want to be doing bookofjoe differentiates it from heroin. So I guess it’s not an addiction, after all. Can we call it love?
“Magic,” a superb, chilling 1978 movie, starred Anthony Hopkins as a troubled nightclub performer, a ventriloquist whose dummy, Fats, becomes almost demonic. Fats begins to first intimidate his master, Corky, then gradually takes over his life and destroys him.
Sounds like bookofjoe watched the movie, and is now imitating Fats. Stay tuned.Powered by Sidelines