Doing without

I’ve been addicted to several things over the years, and I’m an addict now. Addictions can rule your life and sometimes ruin it, although the ruin is likely to be caused by government goons protecting society from outlaw medicine. Millions of people are addicted to sugar and caffeine, including me.

I’m addicted to coffee with sugar in the morning, a cheap, legal kick. I wonder if there are coffee abolitionists, anti-coffee crusaders. Probably. I’ve given up coffee more than once, but not for long. At least it’s not cocaine. That would be a hassle. I like my drugs easy.

Doing without is a good exercise for me. I like knowing that I can function independently—okay, thinking that I can function independently—that I can get by on little or nothing. I don’t have a lot of needs beyond the basics, and my physical life is relatively simple. Inside my head is another world altogether.

I live without television. We see television shows collected on DVDs and plenty of video trash online, but no broadcast television, no commercials, and especially no corporate news. I recommend it.

I could do without a car. I could. I just don’t want to. I lived for years without a car, and I’ll do it again. I will.

I could do without most people. Excepting a tiny group of family and friends, I have little need or desire for frequent social contact. I could be a good monk.

I like my yard, but if I had to give it up, I could get by as long as I had somewhere else to sit outside privately. That’s what I want a yard for. It can be pretty and smell good, too, but mostly it’s somewhere for me to be alone outside.

I have been addicted to the Internet. Several years ago, after lightning fried my modem, I realized how hooked I was. I did other stuff on my computer—writing and bookkeeping mostly—but the Internet was the primary attraction. Even after I could no longer get online, I’d wander over to my computer out of habit, expecting to get online. Sick. Now I work online, and at the end of the day I’m glad to get off and stay off.

I may be addicted to indoor plumbing. And central heating. Air conditioning I’m not so crazy about, but it’s mighty useful in July when it’s 115 degrees and I’m inclined to ignore the ozone.

As much as anything else I do habitually, I read. I read all the time, whenever there are words I can see. Reading has been important to me as long as I can remember. We didn’t have nerds when I was in school, so I was a bookworm. I do it every day. I’m glad it’s legal now, although I know that nothing in any book is the absolute truth, even if it comes with a DVD.

Posted Thursday, October 15th, 2009 under materialism, Uncategorized.

One comment so far

  1. I love this!
    Marybeth

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