Addiction is one hell of a feeling.

I'm not just talking about that need to smoke a cigarette or get your fix from your flavor-of-the-day drug, it could be anything. The need to pick up a video game and play it, the need to stuff your face with a huge slice of German chocolate cake – and damn, it’s a need, people, not a want. I’m not sure when I turned into a hedonist ,but I am, and I can’t even stand myself anymore. I keep telling myself, “Just once, just once, just once,” but I can’t. I gotta stop wasting time. How many hours do I loose in a day (in a month, in a year?) just goofing off like this? So I turned to my blog, desperate to take my mind off it, but oh, in the back of my mind, as soon as I spot a moment of weakness, I know I’ll turn to it again. If I believed in a god, I’d ask him to help me, but I’ve long passed the period where divine retribution could save me.

Speaking of addiction, here’s some interesting news of the day.

Apparently, an eleven year old kid turned in his parents for smoking pot. He was a D.A.R.E. student I guess – and for those who might not know, D.A.R.E.’s a program that most kids go through that teaches them about drugs, what happens if you do them, the street names they all have, etc. At the end of the program, they usually make kids swear to live a drug free live. The class really drills into your head that drugs are bad, and if you do them, you’ll die. Die. Yes, die. Yeah, they list all the side effects and everything, but by the time you’re done with the class, you figure you’ll never take drugs, ‘cause there’s no way in hell you want all the icky things drug do to you happen to you, right?

To be honest, I think this kid took things to the extreme. I mean, they’re you’re parents, dude. They feed you and clothe you give you allowance money. Why would you turn them in? Apparently he and his sister are staying with his relatives now, and they haven’t been jailed, but still. It reminds me loads of Owell’s 1984, where children were groomed to turn in their parents at even the slightest hint of negative emotion towards the Party. There are many people saying – “Ah, pot’s illegal, the kid did the right thing!” But, think about it – he just separated his family; things will never be the same.

Personally, I can’t stand smoking and smoke in general. I’m highly allergic to cigarette smoke – I have huge coughing fits whenever I stand around someone who’s smoking. My eyes start to water and I get dizzy – hell, being around it for too long makes me liable to pass out. Even if you’re not smoking, but you recently took a quick puff, I’ll smell it on your clothes and have a coughing fit. So yeah, I hate smoking and I’d never do it, but even with all of that said, if my parents were smokers (which they never would be) I wouldn’t turn my parents in. Despite all their shortcomings, I love them too much – they feed me, clothe me, and have helped me with so much shit, where the hell would I be without them?

I don’t know, man. I just don’t know.