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.