Confessions of an addict
It started because almost everyone around me was doing it. Because at times I had to get somewhere quicker or because I wanted to take the easy way out but soon I was hooked.
Over the past few days, I have started to observe things that I never used to notice. Breaching dykes, lynch mobs, people who are denied food and shelter, a trail of suicide attacks, spot-fixing allegations - the list goes on.
I became determined to figure out what was going on and why. There were various explanations but I couldn’t agree less with all of them - it was all about who I am and not about why I am the way I am.
Luckily , one day I tripped on something and fell. I found out that I have a short attention span, inhibited judgement, impaired memory and comprehension, depression , delayed reactions , depressed reflexes and above all profound confusion . But aren't all these symptoms that are related to alcohol consumption and drug abuse? I do not consume alcohol nor do I use drugs. So what is it that I am high on?
I cannot make or stand in a queue, stop at a red light, stop driving on the wrong side of the road, park in a designated area in the prescribed manner or stop myself from using high beam lights while driving no matter how blinding it is for the other drivers. My feet seem to be out of control while using the accelerator and brakes. I cannot buy a ten-rupee bulb for the headlight of my motorbike, I certainly cannot apply brakes while riding it.
While driving my hands freeze when I try to use the hands-free device and they only gain life if I use my mobile phone without it. I cannot stop dropping my kids at the school gate no matter how big a traffic jam it creates.
I cannot stop throwing trash on the floor. In the smoking area at work I cannot extinguish my cigarette in an ashtray three feet away from me and must stomp it out on the ground and leave the butt there. My bus needs to be stopped right before or after the bus stop. I cannot resist rushing towards the buffet at a wedding and loading my plate with so much food that I know I will never finish in one go.
The list of ‘cannot do’ goes on and on. What is happening to me? Why have I lost control over such small things? Why can’t I stop? I think I have figured out what it is - I think I am addicted to irresponsibility, not lawlessness, not lack of following the rules, just irresponsibility. And now this addiction is taking its toll on me.
I did not know I would become an addict. It started because almost everyone around me was doing it because at times I had to get somewhere quicker or because I wanted a few things to come my way without doing much. Sometimes I was plain lazy. But it didn't stay that way. What was once recreational irresponsibility has become an addiction that my mind and body crave.
The very drug that gave pleasure has become a poison that is eating me alive and everyone around me.
I feel that I can overcome this addiction. I am not helpless. I just need a bit of rehab. Just like a drug addict.
The first step is to lower the dose, so I have decided that I will start with my out of control feet. They push me by cutting ahead in a lane of traffic and want to continue forward despite red lights. To started thedetoxification, I have decided that I will stop at at red light no matter what.
Just one simple thing, stop at the red light.
If I stick to this plan, I hope that soon I will be able to work upwards to regain control of my arms and hands, then my whole body and finally my mind.
If I can do this, slowly I will be able to save myself and the people around me. The lynch mobs will disappear, the match-fixers will no longer be fixers, there will be less robbers and less suicide bombers. Just by being responsible I will become law abiding - and will have rulers who are as responsible as myself.
If you happen to be an addict, you can devise your own rehab, start your own detox. My advice is not to do something drastic, do something small, gain control and gain confidence. Perhaps we can start something like ‘Irresponsibles Anonymous’.