Don’t let his Twitter header fool you. John Cheese has been to hell and back.
#5. The Addicted Mind Searches for Anything to Be Addicted To
For instance, my drug of choice was beer, but it wasn’t the beer itself that made me addicted. If that didn’t exist, I would have been on meth or pain pills or binge sex sessions with retired porn stars. I just so happened to like beer, and it was the cheapest, most attainable substance to feed the part of my brain that constantly screamed for something to latch onto.
I know this not only from personal experience, but from talking to other recovering addicts. Once the drug of choice was gone, every last one of us found something else to obsess about. The ones who recognized the dangers chose small things like coffee, tea, and video games. The ones who had to feel a physical buzz went with things like pain pills, cigarettes, weed, and the ever-echoing screams of the lamented.