Thursday, March 15, 2007

.: Life- The Fatal Addiction :.

Greetings, my evil minions! It has been almost a week since I last posted on this delightfully dreadful blog. Yes, yes, I am well aware, all you naughty ones are hungry for more of my great thoughts again… I hope you have taken ample care to digest your last dose of my nefarious ideas before reading this, for indigestion is undesirable, even to the most heinous little creatures in the universe.

In case you haven't noticed, there has been a lot of new posts up on the 2klever blog, so if my evil minions should develop a craving to know about what my clique has been doing for the past week or so, then click here. I myself have posted in an attempt to cheer my friend up, and lingzhang has given a fairly detailed and accurate coverage on the class outing yesterday. Since that was about the only interesting thing I have done in the march holidays so far, and me blogging about that would be really redundant and boring, I shall blog about this thing I have been pissed about for quite a long time.

What isssssit??? I know all you little hateful things must be hissing with curiosity, so I shall not keep you in suspense any longer. The word is

"Addiction"

If you have any hobbies at all outside of endless mugging, and have ever argued with your parents about spending time on your pastime, then the word "addiction" must be very familiar to you! Doesn't it seem to happen all too often, that your parents, fed-up of being owned in the debate of whether or not your favorite computer game has its merits, starts to fall into the trap of the slippery slope fallacy, and start making wild accusations that your little indulgence in the activity would eventually, inevitably, develop into an- "Addiction"? And does it happen then, that you have no response to this impossibly wicked argument? When all seems right about you playing those precious 2 games of Warcraft every week, when you have proven that DotA improves your hand-eye-brain-bladder (since you need to control yourself in order to complete a whole game without going to the toilet)- mouth (control yourself from screaming vulgarities!though I know most people don't practice this control anyway) coordination, and your parents seem almost speechless… That final victory is almost in sight- until your parents use the word "addiction" yet again. ADDICTION! The most heinous thing in the universe! Now it's your turn to be speechless.

In fact, the concept of addiction is abused more than just in the average teen-containing household. It is what makes substances like heroin, ecstacy irrefutably wrong. True, these substances can harm you, but the difference between these drugs and the average rat-poison in supermarkets is that these chemicals cause addiction.

It is such a sad thing that society is making such blatant abuse of the idea. A boy spending the night playing computer is hopelessly obsessed; another spending an equal or greater amount of time mugging his maths textbook has great determination. "Addiction" is nothing more than a weapon; a tool for the society to despise those who they do not like, and is totally ignored when it comes to people society wishes to applaud.

Parents like mine see an addiction of any kind, to any thing non-mugging related as disgusting and appalling. Yet they do not realize that in their moment of folly they have passed me an addiction far worse than all the poisonous drugs in the world combined. The addiction that they despise so much grows within my very being with each passing second; I find that I am irreversibly addicted to food. I cannot go on for more than half a day without the craving to eat growing to impossibly intense levels, and the withdrawal symptoms becoming such serious that I faint; I am hopelessly addicted to water, an afternoon without this dangerous liquid (an overdose of which could kill me) would leaves my throat sore and my lips parched; I am even more addicted to air, the lack of merely a few breathes of oxygen makes me pant with desperation.

In conclusion, because of some act of stupidity over 17 years ago, I have been passed the most abhorred addiction in the whole universe- The Addiction to Life. This fatal addiction roots itself deeper and deeper into me each day; it leads into the unavoidable death that I must experience, and even if I should attempt to quit this loathsome habit, the outcome would be the same, as the withdrawal symptom from life would still be death. I wish I were never born, for then, I would be immortal and can never die.