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︎︎︎ March 20th, 2023 ︎︎︎



I’ve been invited back to the best, and therefore, perhaps, worst (for me), video game I have ever played. Recalling my capacity to over indulge in that place has incited a bit of reflection on over indulgence generally and negative relationships with things more broadly.

As a rule, humans love drugs. From cannabis to psilocybin, amphetamines to adrenaline, we cannot get enough. Wether you’re getting you’re fix from a little plastic bag or by watching a screen, you’re feinding for it.

The thing I find fascinating today is the way we can justify it to ourselves. I’m not saying all drugs are the same, no. A bit of the old serotonin derived from a good movie enjoyed with someone you love is not equal to a line of coke, and neither of those experiences are equal to gardening. And don’t get me started on gardening with someone you love. 

An exercise I like to do, is when I start to justify away a bad habit: playing too much of a video game, biting my nails, a candy bar, I’ll apply those same dismissals to a vice I care for not at all. 

If I were to apply my own defense of video games to, say, gambling, how hard would I laugh at that? 

Well, a round or two of poker’s okay because I’m doing math, and also I might win some money, and hey, everybody’s gotta let off some steam. 
 
I don’t care for poker one way or another. I don’t think it’s enormously bad for you, but I also don’t really have any interest in ever playing it. It’s far from a vice or a preoccupation of mine. Those are each cute justifications I’ve used for my own bad habits, and they ring truly, truly hollow.

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