I thought I was not addicted to anything.
Several people in my family, sharing the same genetic pool have severe addictions.
Some have died due to their addictions.
Many more are making it miserable for themselves and their loved ones.
The only way to know for sure was to test myself informally.
There are several things a man can get addicted to, some silly, some deadly.
Addiction: being normally having high tolerance to or dependant upon something that is psychologically or physically habit forming.
In several phases of my life I have cut off myself from things that the above definition would apply to.
Some good, like reading books, some bad, like internet or chocolate.
When physically or mentally tired,I’ve always craved sugar.
Scientists have theorised that this is mainly due to glucose depletion, which also leads to a depletion in your willpower.
Other than the above, I’ve never craved for something that I’ve stopped doing.
The best solution for addiction control is positive social interaction that keeps your mind off the cravings.
This was confirmed first by experiments on rats, who were gotten addicted to a psycho-stimulant, when socially isolated.
When the rats were allowed to socialise normally, they weaned themselves off their addictions.
I’m not a rat, but at one point in life I was so socially deprived that I became addicted to exercise, and used to weight train and punch my punching bag with such ferocity that i ended up hurting my knees and elbows.
Now,a rat’s social life maybe much more simpler than human one, so just allowing them to mix with their fellow rat kind did the trick, but for humans,I believe this is slightly more complicated.
I am addicted to one thing,I must admit, to what I think is fundamental to being human. I’m addicted to forming narratives in my head, and to construct reality from based on those narratives.
It is said that animals with much lesser intelligence than ourselves (that is to say all animals) are always in the’now’, always in the present, because they lack the over developed prefrontal cortex of the brain that we have.
How ironic is it that Zen masters practice and struggle for years to attain the same state of mind, that simpler animals are already in!
An amusing thought experiment: we genetically enhance the intelligence of a dog, and teach it to speak English, so that it can teach us how to quieten our mind. We can name the dog ‘Dalai Dogma’, and let a dog teach us a few new tricks.
It is automatic and subconscious that I never realise when I’m doing it.
I’ve noticed it only after adopting few new techniques of meditation.
I wish I could get addicted to meditation for a short time.