In all my years of saying no to people, usually ones who wanted something from me in some sense, it's fast become one of my favorite responses to any chance enounters I've found myself in being cornered by unsavory, heartless scum, either wanting something from me, or expecting something out of me. Teachers, con-artists, Rotarians, anybody who mentions 'Jesus' more than 300 hundred times in a 4 minute conversation.... Etc. You get the general idea.
Drugs never asked anything of me.
Never told me I was bad.
Never made me feel awkward, wrong, ashamed, downtrodden, excluded, or if we can jump to an extreme for perspectives sake:
Never ascertained my still-beating heart out of my once optimisticlly driven chest, looked at it dryly without emotion while dropping ashes from her cigarette, took out a loudspeaker and after a short pause; took in one leviathon of a breath and aimed that machine dead square into my fucking soul, man, to which she was heard to scream maniacally at the poor little bastard still beating, lying on the wet concrete behind a crooked nursing home smelling of a snake cave in spring:
NO.
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
So, to summarize?
I still don't know what this threads about and I really don't feel like reading anything more into it as I'm liable to go on some hate-filled tirade and out you as a horrible addict of the worst ilk imaginable.
Drinking your coffee, smoking your cigarettes, sucking on the neverending spoon and dropper shaped tits of jesus himself, eating cake until you're propositioned by your local daily to join the "Kathy" fanclub and go on to enjoy modest fame as a manic depressive cartoon character who's only great 'words' I can recall ever uttered were along the lines of, shit how did that go. Ack?
How much television do you watch a day?
Avg is 6.5 hours.
That's not addiction though. That's entertainment, right?