My Unexpected Journey towards the Inevitable
Looking back, I saw the first developments of an addiction. I successfully experienced all the stages of addiction – experimentation, regular use, risky use, and finally dependence – without even realizing my problem. Back then, my addiction was full of innocence. Flaunting around with excitement and spreading whiffs of nostalgia, reading was a hobby that enriched my imagination. From kingdoms and dystopian worlds to strong-willed characters, storylines revealed impossible possibilities. However, the one thing I never imagined was the possibility of excitement turning into satisfaction, and satisfaction into dependence. The first stage is experimentation, a natural way to placate our curious minds. …show more content…
Faster than Cinderella’s disappearance, faster than Katniss’s sacrifice, and faster than Romeo and Juliet’s love affair, I became dependent on reading. All it took was for me to open the book, and I would build up an unyielding wall to blockade my surroundings. Lifeless words mutated to form grotesquely idyllic scenarios that shackled my vision to the pages. Oh, but my heels burned against the scratchy carpet and my back rusted shut into a slumped curve. My neck creaked only when a word was too far to the left and my ears rang with the muffled calls about dinner from my family members. However, none of that mattered until I found a suitable stopping position. Hold on I am almost there; this scene contains so much suspense that I can’t stop here; I might as well get this long description out of the way; this short dialogue will end soon; I knew this part foreshadowed something; I need to read more; I need to stop; I need to read the end. Thud. The ground seemed to shake in freedom from the restraints of the book. Although my surroundings shouted in freedom, my mind stayed shackled. Suddenly, upstairs I traveled through a barren wasteland, downstairs I descended into bottomless pits, and at the dinner table I fought off the villains while allying the heroic misfits. Running rampant, my imagination
Looking back, I saw the first developments of an addiction. I successfully experienced all the stages of addiction – experimentation, regular use, risky use, and finally dependence – without even realizing my problem. Back then, my addiction was full of innocence. Flaunting around with excitement and spreading whiffs of nostalgia, reading was a hobby that enriched my imagination. From kingdoms and dystopian worlds to strong-willed characters, storylines revealed impossible possibilities. However, the one thing I never imagined was the possibility of excitement turning into satisfaction, and satisfaction into dependence. The first stage is experimentation, a natural way to placate our curious minds. …show more content…
Faster than Cinderella’s disappearance, faster than Katniss’s sacrifice, and faster than Romeo and Juliet’s love affair, I became dependent on reading. All it took was for me to open the book, and I would build up an unyielding wall to blockade my surroundings. Lifeless words mutated to form grotesquely idyllic scenarios that shackled my vision to the pages. Oh, but my heels burned against the scratchy carpet and my back rusted shut into a slumped curve. My neck creaked only when a word was too far to the left and my ears rang with the muffled calls about dinner from my family members. However, none of that mattered until I found a suitable stopping position. Hold on I am almost there; this scene contains so much suspense that I can’t stop here; I might as well get this long description out of the way; this short dialogue will end soon; I knew this part foreshadowed something; I need to read more; I need to stop; I need to read the end. Thud. The ground seemed to shake in freedom from the restraints of the book. Although my surroundings shouted in freedom, my mind stayed shackled. Suddenly, upstairs I traveled through a barren wasteland, downstairs I descended into bottomless pits, and at the dinner table I fought off the villains while allying the heroic misfits. Running rampant, my imagination