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Cigarettes, gambling, porn and booze. What's your addiction? How low have you sunk and how have you tried to beat it?

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(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 16:42)
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Unoriginal, but true
Computers. Specifically one that's connected to the internet and has games. Specifically, mine.

I can hold down a job and/or manage not to fail classes - I'm just not sure how I did it, what with my hands being semipermanently attached to my keyboard and mouse (or just my keyboard, in the case of my laptop - as I'm currently writing this from bed instead of getting some much-needed sleep, as I have to be up in about four hours).

Kind of like that, I suppose.
(, Sat 20 Dec 2008, 8:38, Reply)
there are so many gamemodes... so... many... mods... can't stop...

also, I might as well face it: I'm addicted to spuds.
(, Sat 20 Dec 2008, 6:18, Reply)
God knows why I'm telling you this. I feel though that there's an unfair fixation on male masturbation concerning young teenagers. So, yeah, around the age of 12, I noticed that occaisonally I'd get an urge to touch that place. Girls, of course, don't leave so much of a mess when we're finished. No crusty pillow cases for mum to kindly never mention to us. No, slapping the hole of cod is a much more discrete activity, and one that has pretty much stuck with me for years.

The thing is, with it not being so talked about, there are several aspects of autoeroticism that are almost shameful to engage in, and not given as much media-attention, maybe, as their male counterparts. I mean, who's ever heard of softly microwaving a whole banana and not just the skin? Cue several years accruing thick-tongued partners, dildos, vibrators, Ben Wa bells, magic eggs and really stiff pillows.

But the most glorious discovery I ever made was at a Christmas Party in '94. The scene: London, Holden & Smith's (accounting firm) HQ. I'd been drinking wine with my boss, M, and talking about the cute intern who she was planning to seduce. Me being a committed type and having a boyfriend, who turned out to have as little heart as he did cock. Anyway, it wasn't snowing, but in the name of reminiscing, it was snowing...


M says she wishes the party would get started. Sure, it was an accounting firm, but accountants can rave too, y'know? Alright. They can't. But we can clumsily jive to the kind of music that you only really hear on Mark Lamarr's radio shows. We were keen on it though, and the wine was going to our heads and our cheeks, and so we started talking to the DJ and he agreed to play some stuff for us, just while things were being set up.

Both M and myself were in heels and couldn't dance until they'd got the floor covered, for fear of standing on some of the razor tinsel, so we plunked ourselves down on the speakers, and I think I may have used the phrase, "Hit it DJ!"

And then it hit me. Oh shit. The reverb, it just went into my soul, right through me, via the holiest of holies. It was amazing. I turned to M and she turned to me. I remember thinking that she'd know just by looking at my face. I'd found my one true weakness. And from that day to this, I remain, totally addicted to bass.

(, Sat 20 Dec 2008, 4:47, 5 replies)
I had an addiction
And Soz for lack of funnies.

About three years ago (I was 14) I was struggling to come to terms with my sexuality. I was quite depressed and nothing I did seemed to help.
I couldn't talk to anyone - because then I would have had to talk about my sexuality - and I wasn't ready yet.

One day I was in art class, and the stanely knife I was using to carve out a bit of balsa wood slipped and sliced my finger open.
That little cut made me feel strange, lightheaded, almost dizzy, but it also hurt. A lot. it hurt like a fucking bitch actually.

And suddenly I realised I had a way to make how awful I felt inside become physical. If it was physical, it could be dealt with. It got to the stage where I was hanging out for the next class break or my next chance alone to drag a razor across my skin to watch myself bleed. I had horrible cuts and scars all over my legs and arms but I couldn't seem to stop. I would use Razors, scissors, keys, anything I could find that was sharp.

One day things came rather abruptly to a halt when I was called in to the school counsellors office, my mum got called in too. I had to show them what I'd done to myself. I was so ashamed of myself. I felt so horribly guilty that they had to see how miserable I was - that I couldn't hide it from them any longer.

Three years down the track I'm cut free, and my (physical) scars have almost entirely faded. To look at me, to know me as I am now - you would never guess how dangerously close to the brink I had been.

I'm much happier now. I still have my off days, but coming to terms with myself and accepting myself really helped me move forward.

Now when I'm feeling depressed (very rarely) I eat chocolate, and I talk to someone about it.

Sorry for the length - I wasted 4 years being stuck in a horrible depression which led to that addiction.
(, Sat 20 Dec 2008, 4:38, 6 replies)
My thought process
...credit crunch..stress...mmm I could smoke...Bus not coming .... borough of London....boro...marlboro....no money....too much tax...tax on cigarettes....mmm smoking....pregnant wife....she can't smoke...she would also smell it on me if i did....have to fire that employee...fire up a smoke....not looking forward to firing them even if they aren't a bright spark....spark up...b3ta story on addiction...thanks.

No smoking for 6 months and its not a problem....mmm no problem....I could have just one.....
(, Sat 20 Dec 2008, 4:24, 1 reply)
I've found it impossible to become addicted to love,
since the local supply is cut with so much other crap.
(, Sat 20 Dec 2008, 3:30, 1 reply)
I'm so addicted to all the things you do, when you're going down on me, in between the sheets.
All the sounds you make, with every breath you take, it's unlike anything, when you're loving me.
(, Sat 20 Dec 2008, 3:10, 1 reply)
I'm addicted to self-damaging behaviours.. everywhere i go i turn things into fucking trainwrecks.

I have low self esteem and I tend not to trust people. When I do trust people I trust them for the wrong reasons and they always end up screwing me over.

I fuck up jobs because I steal shit (don't ever put me in charge of ordering stationery without supervising what I order - i order anything that looks cool and then take it home), I screw people over who have been good to me, and I tend to let the ones who are bad for me expose all of my bad traits in plain view of everyone.

Not only jobs, I spend whatever money I get on takeaway - i seem to lack the ability to save money at all - I have a bad credit rating because I rack up too much debt (spending money on crap like weed, munchies food, impulse buys when i'm out shopping).

I'm also quite a large girl (not as large as some... my elbows don't have cleavage) and feel as though the way I look doesn't matter anymore because i'm too far gone - i still look after myself in terms of hygiene and presentation - but I'm fairly certain that no one will want me, or want to marry me. Every time people look at me I think they are judging me and thinking "wow, look at how fat and gross that girl is" rather than anything else. I'm pretty certain I'll one day end up as one of those old hairy toothless crazy cat ladies... you know.. the ones with shattered dreams who go off rambling once you begin talking to them.. like some homeless hobo.
(, Sat 20 Dec 2008, 2:18, 2 replies)
I appear to be addicted to coughing
At least, I can't seem to stop and it's annoying the hell out of me.
(, Sat 20 Dec 2008, 1:48, Reply)
Typical geek...
EVE online. And possibly tits. But mostly EVE online. And now, beer.
(, Sat 20 Dec 2008, 0:58, 2 replies)
Starting fires
and then saying it wisnae me, I was with Billy Joel a the time.
(, Sat 20 Dec 2008, 0:31, 3 replies)
I'm addicted to pissing off Lynyrd Skynyrd.
I go to all their concerts, and never yell 'Free Bird!'.
(, Sat 20 Dec 2008, 0:27, Reply)
In my youth
I started getting my kicks from dirty magazines. It started out as something I could control, but it became more serious. I'd get so excited I wouldn't take the time to remove my trousers, I got a few questions from my mum about the funny looking stains.

Soon, the mags weren't enough, I tried seducing people, and although I fancied myself as something of a kid casanova, my success rate was really down to my complete lack of standards, whether it was kids from the local comp, raging alcoholics, there was even one occasion with a very senior member of government. Seriously, I'd put it in everything, the guys who worked down the local market, Lithuanian women with alopecia, I had a particular weakness for the young things working at the Ritz, all that luggage carrying gave them the most wonderful arms.

I was always at it,
I was an orgasm addict.
(, Sat 20 Dec 2008, 0:00, 2 replies)
Generally I don't have an addictive personality...
..or perhaps it's just a short attention span, but I've never really been hooked on anything.

I tried smoking in school.
I tried drinking my giro.
I never got beyond level 40 in World of Warcraft.

There was one thing though. Twix. During a mad month in 1986 I spent most of my paper-round money on multipacks of Twix and scoffed them one after the other without stopping. I would buy them from different shops on different days of the week so as not to be embarrassed, and it was only my youthful, high-gear metabolism that stopped me bloating to beached whale proportions.

I managed to put an end to it though. I tried to eat 30 fingers in one go and almost puked. Yes, I overdosed on chocolate.
(, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 23:47, Reply)
Where do I start?
I'm like many on here and addicted to coke. The fizzy liquid variety and not the white dust variety. Unlike most on here, I prefer the fully leaded stuff as opposed to diet.

I also used to smoke and drink a fair bit. Have quit both, and have been sober for ten months (woohoo!).

Lastly, I'm getting addicted to adrenalin rushes through unusual ways. Like free-running and airsoft (getting shot at with BB guns, for those who don't know.), although I try to keep those two separate a lot of the time. I'm not entirely sure where this is going to end up, although it could be amusing.
(, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 23:08, 2 replies)
Anything for weed
The worst thing I've done to get my hands on weed is give a waiter a blowjob in return for some hash. Other than that, I've kept some really boring company in the hope some fucker passes the spliff (they usually hog it).

My addictions (mostly past) have been

(, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 21:56, 3 replies)
Not so fun...
Apparently I have an addictive personality. I usually keep it under control, I refuse to set foot inside a casino as I know it will be a disaster, I stay away from drugs... mainly.

Anywho, it was realised when I was about 10 years old and I started pulling my hair out, because I had issues with unwanted attention from a teacher at the time, so apparently I started pulling my hair out. I was addicted to the feeling of control, control over something was what my little self needed. Needless to say, I had a pretty impressive bald patch for a 10 year old girl. Bullies can be so cruel. This carried on for years, whenever I got stressed... or bored. It's addictive, it really is. Every now and then I get a twitching in my fingers, and I can't help it. Tried many things to stop it. My parents used to make me sleep with a swimming cap on my head. Eventuall, I calmed down.... mainly because bullies in secondary school are a lot more violent than in primary school. Unfortunately, I still had this addiction to control over my body, and that's where alcohol came in. I liked being able to do something to control the way I felt. It got pretty bad, until in my second year at uni, the door staff at my uni night club had to beg me to stop drinking because they were worried about me. So, thankfully that's under control now.

I'm also addicted to sex.... but who isn't?!

Length? It took about 2 years to grow back
(, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 20:50, Reply)
Ever since I can remember, I've needed the comfort of knowing my legs were firmly encased in cloth, and shielded from the view of passers-by and the elements.

Oh, on the odd holiday, there'd be mad, brave forays into the grotesque semi-nudity of shorts, or even trunks, but reality always crept in round the edges. I'm a redhead, so white, I'm nearly blue, and the sun was never kind to my pale skin. Before long, the sheer pain of their absence would force me back into the comforting embrace of the long trousers.

Now, it's so bad, I can't leave the house without them. I wear them every day, and although nobody has ever tried to take them from me, there'd be hell to pay if someone were ever to be so foolish.

And everywhere I look, I see men with the same dark affliction. It's not something we talk about, but you can see it in their eyes. You'd think there'd be a support group or something, wouldn't you...?
(, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 20:14, 3 replies)
Inspired by an earlier post
I'm not addicted to food. It's not as simple as that. What I'm addicted to is regular meals.

It doesn't matter if I only have a single biscuit at lunchtime or just a bit of toast for tea (I've got a good metabolism, so I don't eat much at the best of times), but I have to eat regularly, or else. The last time I was unable to was when I was at a house party with some friends of mine, who have three large cats.

There was no food in the house.

I tried to eat the catfood.

I had to be physically dragged away.
(, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 19:23, Reply)
shock horor
Listening in on a couple of friends one time (both called Dave) Dave1 is a great bloke, if a little naive. Dave2 is an ex-druggie who now runs a halfway house for people coming out of prison.

Dave1: "I used to have a really bad coke addiction".
Dave2 (very shocked as he doesn't look the part): "really?"
Dave1 "Yeah I used to drink about 2 litres a day".
Me: facepalm
(, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 18:41, Reply)
Arguing with Christians...
Now, I don't argue with the Christians who simply go about their faith without trying to involve me in it. My mum, sister and some of my best friends fit this description. No, I'm referring to the people who come up to you in the street and try to convert you.
I start off by asking, if God is all loving and all forgiving, then why does he require belief in order for us to avoid going to Hell? I usually get some kind of mumbled response...
My next attack is to bring up the multitude of genocides in God's name, or by God. This results in stuttering, and sometimes they'll walk away.
Occasionally I say I'm Muslim. That gets rid of 'em.
(, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 18:32, 2 replies)
Is it normal to have such a burning sensation?
Addiction. How quixotic. How can these mere words possibly explain or elucidate how my highly complex feelings for my passion contrive my very purpose of existence?

For the name of my love is...fire.

Such a short undescriptive name! How it fails to light the imagination of the reality! Its sweet subtle oxidation! The sense of danger is so intoxicating. The exothermic thrill of the flame is so heady, I can scarcely keep to my feet.

The heat! Oh the heat is so magnificent. The pure intrinsic plasma that warms the cockles is so fabulous, I can’t believe that it exists. The understated relationship of oxygen and fuel sparking together and kicking off a majestic symphony of heat and light.

People say that fire is entirely without personality. It’s only a “self-sustaining, oxidizing chemical reaction producing energy and glowing hot matter” apparently. But it is so much more than that. Fire speaks to me. It says, thank you for bringing me into existence. Shall I now burn those who have mocked you? Yes I say. Quickly.

And you know what? It does! I would never do those things myself, but the fire wants me to. It is highly suggestive and convincing. It cajoles me into agreeing what it wants to do, part of its ludicrously destructive agenda. I am sure that I am only one part of that.

Sadly the above statement wasn’t sufficient for the magistrate to absolve me of the arson stuff. Apparently, ‘fire’ is not capable of arguing on behalf of itself to be brought into its own existence.


(, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 18:16, 1 reply)
Went to see the doctor about it. He said to me "You're going to have to stop it".


"It's making it too hard to examine you"

(, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 18:16, 4 replies)
Cadbury's Chocolate Fingers
My Mum buys them and then hides them so she can dole them out a few at a time. I could quite easily eat three packets or more in a row. That makes it difficult to poo. :(

(, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 18:14, 5 replies)
3 years... IRN BRU.
It controlled my life.
2 2-litre bottles EVERY DAY
They really thought there was something wrong with my brain. Turns out that much sugar can do that to you.
I'm much better now
(, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 17:26, 1 reply)
Fizzy Goodness
I have recently become addicted to eating Berocca-style fizzy vitamin things straight from the tube. It may possibly be the healthiest addiction ever. Plus, if you put a whole one in your mouth, you eventually look like you have rabies.
(, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 17:21, 2 replies)
Things I am addicted to...
I LOVE Port Salut cheese - it is the most magical creamy, mild but tangy cheese known on the face of the earth. It is absolutely delicious in a sandwich, melted, in a jacket potato (drool) and it is the absolute BEST when served on my next addiction.

Aberdeen Rib-eye Steak from Tesco butchers. Oh my god it is amazing, melt in the mouth and scrummy beyond belief. Love to cook this on a skillet so it is a little charred on the outside but very pink and warm in the middle, sliced with the aforementioned cheese on some good bread and I am anyones.

Vimto and fizzy water. Best drink full stop.

[ghey alert] I am very into the dog whisperer at the moment. Not the man that presents it (shudder) but the programme itself. The man is a legend and seeing how the dogs react to his *shh* just amazes me. Great show and I recommend it to anyone. This is watched or sky+'d every day.[/ghey alert]

Cigarettes. Smoked cigarettes for the best part of 13 years and I love em. I really do. After something spicy especially so your mouth goes all tingly. However despite being very much addicted and loving smoking I have stopped as of Monday due to a little lump on my testicle that has got me thinking a lot about how shite cancer would be. (Hope its nothing - results from tests in a couple of weeks.) I miss them already but I know its for the best.

My girl, love her to bits and I am addicted to making her happy. Sounds very cheesy... in fact it is very cheesy... but I find myself always putting her first and doing what she wants to do rather than what I want. This is a strange thing for me to do as I am usually a very selfish person. Some would say I am whipped, I reckon I am just in love.

Last thing I am addicted to is playing with my little ball of bluetac. Cant stop fiddling with it, making shapes with it. Today whilst at work - a very busy day as it happens - I made a scorpion, a sausage and a christmas cracker. My favourite was the scorpion - that was ace. Had pincers and everything.

The list does seem to change reasonably often, though when I rediscover the old addictions they feature heavily again.

That is all - nothing special but its what I am addicted to nonetheless :)

EDIT: Oh my god how could I have possibly forgotten about chilli!!!!

I have chilli on everything and have around 7 or 8 different sauces for different occasions. I even grow my own chilli's and make my own sauces. I guess I forgot about that addiction as I have had it for so long. I even have 150,000scoville sauce on my eggs in the morning! (don't want anything too hot first thing :/ )
(, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 17:08, 6 replies)
Cheese and Booze!!!
I spent £110.00 in Asda last night purely on cheese and booze.

They will be my main energy sources for the festive period.

It’s not good.

I seriously am addicted to cheese, I could happily eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner – the stronger and smellier the better!

(, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 17:00, 12 replies)
I told my friend Theodore I was a penis!

Ignore, Reply, I like this!, Validate my existence
(, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 16:58, 2 replies)

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