ARE YOU ADDICTED ? YOU BET YA

The pity full and unvaried lives of humans can be so engaging. We humans have so many problems during our lives we could not write a book as interesting and captivating as the real thing. Really if we could who would really believe it.

Our love lives are all screwed up our social skills lack integrity and sophistication as the list goes on and on. We bore ourselves with meaningless details which in the end mean nothing. Money becomes the goal instead of just reaching the finish line alive. Hank Williams senior kind of summed it up for me in the fifties, when he sang “ if I ever get out of this world alive”

Addiction have the world population by the throat as we gasp for air. Name your poison and you will find someone with that addiction. For some the addiction is drugs, alcohol, sex, pornography, television or maybe something obscure as smelling flowers obsessively. It does not matter what it may be we all have an addiction. Me you may say not I. Well maybe your addiction is junk food, or cleaning the house thirty times a day. Look closely and you will find one very close by.

As we all have our little inculcate diversities and as people we are all different. So I thought also. I have discovered one common addiction all people world wide share. It infects little babies to senior citizens and anyone in-between. We are not so different after all as this one common element is branded into our being from our first breath.

And what would this addiction we share be called. Well it has a none scientific name and is a word we all relate to it is called “ ROUTINES”

That’s right we are addicted to routines and we have become so accustom to living out the ritual we don’t even know we are addicts.

As many of you who read my blog here know since my head injury I do not drive. My life has become a haven for a routine in which I cannot break. Do you realize the impact routines have on our live’s. We worship the all mighty schedule and live it to a tee. We dare not break from it or cast a shadow on it’s power. We openly pursue it’s calming favor and are proud when we have delivered it’s grace to the master.

The ever complex thoughts which travel threw out my head made this observation one morning while waiting for my bus to arrive. I see the same lady wearing a university leather jacket walk across the street and retrieve a pack of smokes. I watch the same dump truck pull up in front of the store and buy some gum and chocolate milk. I see the same black S.U.V pull up across the street the wrong way and go into the store across the road. The old man who stops for his paper and leaves the engine running while dispensing into the store for only a brief moment. I can now watch the second dump truck driver traveling much to fast fly by me. I observe the same kids gather by the corner as the Catholic School bus pulls up in front of them. I see the lone public school guy catch his ride just shortly after that. The same boy walks half way down the street to meet the young lady who exits her home right on time. And when I finally see the Chevy silver truck pull up in front of the store I now know my bus will arrive within three minutes.

I thought to myself that one momentous moment that I felt sorry for all these people and how addicted they are to their perspective routines. Then a bright light went on inside my head, why am I feeling sorry for them. I am here every morning to watch all this organized confusion. I awake at every morning at six fifty and by seven fifteen I have done the exact same thing every morning.

Ever have one of those days when you just feel out of sync within yourself. When this happens think back and see if you have broken your routine in some fashion. I would bet you have and it messes up everything. Maybe you broke rank and went to sleep the night before at a time which was not your routine.

If you think about it our routines are a form of organization in which we rely on keeping us focused. I find this real sad and some what pathetic that we need such addiction to help us survive. I am one of these people who gets a vacation and for the first few days has no idea what to do with themselves. My routine has been broken and life makes no sense.

I just wanted to share these observations with you as you now know how desparate I am to have a life.

Thanks for reading