We’ve all (well, most of us) got something, right? So what is it for you: cigarettes? Alcohol? Gambling? Shopping? Eating? Sex? Hard drugs, maybe? Tell us what your weakness is, how it’s effected your life, and how you’re trying to deal with it, or have dealt with it in the past.
The Internet.
Like many (most?) forms of addiction, it’s something I kinda escape into whenever I run into overwhelmingly stressful obstacles.
Reading. If I don’t have my Kindle or a book handy I feel like I’m missing a limb. People who tell me they don’t read may as well tell me they don’t breathe. I can’t comprehend not reading.
“Hello, my name is [really is] Janes_____ and I am addicted to sex ______.” and I haven’t fix in 15 years and I’m Jonesing, like bad.
Posting on a forum full of nerds was a good first step Janes.
The internet, and sugar. I also am deeply into espresso, but I had to give it up a couple of months ago for my stomach’s sake. But boy, do I jones for it - every day.
Nachos. Sex. Wine. Not necessarily in that order.
None of these have hurt me too bad in recent years.
Tea, and decorative tea tins. The former isn’t so bad except when I can’t get it, but I have no more space for the latter; even though I always say I won’t buy any more the next time I go to the UK, that still doesn’t stop me from buying just one or two… or three…
I have a weird one. Model horses. I have collected for over 50 years and am literally out of room. I keep telling myself NO MORE, but then I see another for sale in one of my hobby groups and there I go again.
They have taken over my house.
Chocolate, and solitaire.
I am on the backside of a 20 year run on making all wood bows and arrows. I seem to finally have gotten it under control.
Coca-Cola. Regular. I have to have at least one a day. I know it’s basically sugar, caffeine, and battery acid and it’s really bad for me but it tastes SO GOOD. I try to set some small boundaries: no soda until after lunch and no more than 2 a day, but they’re pretty lame.
Diet Pepsi. I’m not planning to ever give it up either.
Hello, my name is Count Blucher.
I’m addicted to standing up to evil, narcissistic / psychopathic mother-fuckers.
And listening to an occasional Old School tune. 
whoosh?
Scoooootiiinng! And though I don’t think of it as an addiction necessarily - I get awfully cranky without regular sex.
Addictions…
Escapist reading.
Sweets.
The internet (see “escapist reading”).
I’m addicted to whatever it is I’m currently doing. It could be playing on the internet, sleeping, working, showering, walking, etc. It is always hard for me to switch gears. Once I summon up the mental energy to do it, I’m good. But then my “gear” gets stuck again and I’m all “NOOOOOOO!!! I DON’T WANNA STOP!!!” I am addicted to now.
More seriously (though it doesn’t sound like it), I’m addicted to cutting my hair. When it was longer, I pulled it out in the traditional manner of a trichotillomaniac. Now that it’s short, I’m addicted to keeping it perfectly trimmed. It should take me all of five minutes to get up and dressed and ready to leave in the morning, but no. I have to waste time cutting stray hairs. For every hair I snip, a little bit of tension is released.
Food and sex. Which are not very compatible, too much of the former leads to very little of the latter. So I am battling the first in order to (among other things) get more of the second. Not to mention that time is not my side in that endeavor anyway.
Hot tea; spice gumdrops; origami paper. I have beaten my yarn addiction, though.
Afrin, the internet, junk food.