It's Official. Am addicted.

Yes, that's right. Righty alrighty tighty.

I am officially addicted to one metaphoric drug. Said drug isn't the placebo; it is The Metaphoric Drug. And I want it, I crave it, I miss it.

I want it bad.

Clearly, I didn't get my fix today. And am unlikely to get it anytime soon. Also don't think there's a possible placebo for this drug in particular. Sigh.

What is a metaphorical drug addict to do???

I feel like I'm getting withdrawal symptoms already. The butterflies in the stomach aren't as fluttery and so I'm just getting fidgety. The endorphins aren't kicking around as much as when I do get my fix so the constant happy roller coaster is at a low point right about now. All this combined fidgety-ness and low point-ness is increasing my need to go for a drive to calm me down. It also makes me want to get my fix of the metaphoric drug even more, to go seek out a dosage that will make all those withdrawal symptoms disappear.

To sum it up; I miss The Metaphoric Drug. A lot.

A lot, a lot.

This is not good.

I could possibly try The Original Placebo. However, I don't think this placebo is the same class of metaphoric drug as The Metaphoric Drug. It suited The Original Metaphoric Drug perfectly, but somehow I don't think it'll work anywhere near as well on the latest "drug".

I want The Metaphoric Drug to make itself available, right this instant.

I hope this isn't asking too much.

I'm pretty sure it is asking too much in all honesty.

And going out to find it is out of the question. Also, am pretty sure it'd be a bad idea in general. An idea that would be doomed to failure of awkward and stalkerish proportions.

I don't think I've been this addicted to a metaphoric drug in a very long time.

Ergo, am really not used to an addiction of this magnitude.

The other problem is that I still want to know if I'm as addictive to the "drug" as the "drug" is to me. I'm getting the idea that this isn't going to happen. Then I get hopeful. Then I doubt it again.

I just want to bloody know. NOW.

Anyone have a mind reading machine? Would be extremely helpful, and much appreciated, at this instant.

If you happen to have a time machine lying around too, I wouldn't mind borrowing that for a bit too.

As long as it costs less than $120 for a tank, of course. Unlike my car.

If it looked anything like a 1970 Plymouth Barracuda, that'd be primo. Hope I'm not being too picky here.

Cheers guys.

If there is anyone even out there. If so, hello!

Goodbye.

There's too much anti-addiction blood in my metaphoric drug system.

You read that right. My metaphoric drug system has been over run with blood of the sensible, anti-addiction, doubtful persuasion.

Also, a hint of nervousosity and school girl-ish-ness is deffo in there somewhere too.

However, I have decided that I am most likely addicted to at least one drug. Possibly two. I want my fix of both drugs, and I want it now.

I guess admitting the problem is part of the way to fixing it. Or so people say.

People also say it is the so-called norm to be fast asleep at 1.07am, not sitting in bed, posting on a blog nobody reads, about the figurative addiction one has to multiple metaphoric drugs. And listening to (You Want to) Make a Memory by Bon Jovi.

"Hello again, it’s you and me
Kinda always like it used to be
Sippin' wine, killing time
Trying to solve life’s mysteries.
How’s your life, it’s been a while
Good it’s good to see you smile
I see you reaching for your keys
Looking for a reason not to leave."

And yet again, my mind wonders to one of those drugs. I want to try said drug. I want to tempt fate and see if I do become addicted to it. What scares me is that I think what I want most is to see if said drug can be addicted to me. Enough of being surrounded by potential metaphoric drugs, I wanna know if I have the same addictive nature, if I can have the same power.

Then again, isn't that what we all want in the end? To have control of the thing that seems to hold some iota of power over us?

For me it's metaphoric drugs. Which you may or may not know exactly what they are. But still, the principle is the same, whether you know to what I'm referring to or not.

I'd like to think it's pretty subtle, but I don't do subtle all that well so it's probably blatantly obvious to all those that read this.

Not that I think anyone does tbh. But meh. To quote the movie Sydney White. My blog "...is not about being read, it's about being written."

I'd like to think that it being read would be nice too hahahaha.

Either way, it's just a good way to vent really =)

I mentioned in a previous post about the earthquake in Christchurch, New Zealand. Watching the news articles about it on TV, hearing about all the sites too dangerous to continue search and rescue, and seeing all the families just waiting for any news makes me almost cry every time. Being a fair few hours away, in Palmy North, I feel incredibly helpless. I don't know if it's the fact I'm a New Zealander or the fact I'm a human being just like everyone affected that makes me want to help in some way. The fact I'm only human also means, unfortunately, that there isn't much I can do to help.

I guess that's the problem and the positive attribute of being human. We say we want to do all we can to help, but what we can do isn't enough for us; the truth is we want to do more than we can. And unless we develop superpowers, I'm sorry to say that we'll be forever limited to doing only what we can.

That applies to both natural disasters and metaphoric drug addictions.

Also, I'm being limited in the amount of writing I can do tonight. I need sleep.

Insomnia just ain't my thing.

Maybe I need some rehab,
Or maybe just need some sleep.
I've got a sick obsession,
I'm seeing it in my dreams.

I'm looking down every alley,
I'm making those desperate calls.
Im staying up all night hoping,
Hit my head against the walls.

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Why thank you, Kesha. You've summed it up quite well there alrighty.
Yups, indeedy you have.

To be honest, it has come to my attention that there are varying types of metaphoric drugs out there. Each with their own advantages and disadvantages. I mean, you have the ones that just look damn good and are also have very nice effects on those who use them; they are conventionally appealing to metaphoric drug users. Whereas, others make life an amazing, laugh infused, fun filled ride, as well as being rather attractive upon further inspection. It might be the fact that this second class of metaphoric drug seems to actually care for it's user that adds to the appeal. However, the first class of metaphoric drug is very aesthetically appealing, even if it may not appear to hold much concern for those addicted to it, a small acknowledgement to keep the user interested aside.

Or, I could just be mistaken about all of this. What if, unlike real drugs, metaphoric drugs only have one type? Or what if I can only be addicted to one "type" of so called drug? And does that mean that the first type of aforementioned drug is the drug and the second type is the latest placebo?

More confusingly, it could even be the other way round.

Or they could both be placebos, and I'm just in denial about no longer being addicted to the first metaphoric drug that got me hooked in the first place.

It's all just to confusing for my "drug" infused mind to comprehend at this late hour.

Also, it makes me wonder. Does anyone out there even know to what I am referring to by all these metaphoric drugs and placebos?

More to the point; is there even anyone out there who reads this?

Somehow, I highly doubt it.

I'm starting to realise that all those years of D.A.R.E programmes and the constant 'stay off drugs kids' throughout primary and secondary school also largely apply to the metaphoric drugs as well.

Unfortunately, nobody told me that and I'm too far gone in my addiction for any self-help rehab.

I guess it's a good thing then I love the rush using metaphoric drugs gives me. I don't like the cravings though, the wanting more of said "drug", but I guess it's bearable if I still want my fix.

In a completely different note, I would just like to say my heart goes out to all those in Christchurch, NZ. I hope you and your families are getting through the damage the earthquake has caused. You have the whole of New Zealand behind you. Stay positive, things always turn out okay in the end.

And if it's not okay, it's not the end yet.

I guess it is time for me to drift to the land of nod.
Night night all.

Procrastination at it's finest

Am currently thinking very deep and unshallow like thoughts.

Like how awkward it is when someone is wearing more makeup than clothes.

Or how long one would have to sit at a lake's edge, with their mouth open, waiting for a roast duck to fly in.

Yes. Very deep in thought here.

Also require a cave girl outfit that will hopefully consist of a leopard print dress.
And a Viking outfit, including a drinking horn, war helmet and, later in the year, furry short shorts.

And yet again we return to the subject of metaphoric drugs and placebos.

Am 80% sure I am no longer addicted to the original drug, and no longer have need for the placebo. However, on return to Balmy Palmy North, I have discovered a few new metaphoric drugs, ones that are very appealing and seem to have the possibility of being extremely addictive. Considering the fact I can't choose between 3 "drugs", I've come to the conclusion that I'm not yet addicted to one in particular.

Although, I can say with certainty, that I'm coming dangerously close to relapsing back into metaphoric substance abuse, especially with "drug" number one being so near by. Even if it isn't very accessible right now, no doubt I'll try and increase it's readiness to satisfy my figurative chemical addiction.

Sigh.
So much for drug recovery. I'm back on the rollercoaster of metaphoric drug use, and although I'm totally against a committed addiction to one metaphoric drug, I wouldn't mind the odd dabble with said "drug".

That drug really is too damn tempting for my own good. And very, very good looking.

To make matters worse, Facebook is being an enabler. Typical.

Like I said, I'm deep in thought here.

Yeah right.

Laters gee-angsters.