The Withdrawal Syndrome: An Antithesis To Moving On

The longer I stare at the title of this post, the more ridiculous it gets. But anyway, I'm still going to go ahead and write about it...Moving on~

I went through several phases in the whole span of my adolescence. (I mean, who doesn't? Also, I'm still a teen but I'm bidding farewell to that in a few months. /tear) Most of those phases involved getting attached and/or addicted to something, i.e. a video game.

*after 48 straight hours of no sleep!*

For a quite a long period of time, I immersed myself in the world of MMORPG; (Actually, I still do but not that much) forgetting the real one outside the four corners of my monitor. My top priorities were: making my character stronger, finding rare equips and selling them...Y'know, anything related to create a better profile in the gaming world. Food and sleep were much ignored and at most times, forgotten. I had to find ways to financially support my account, as it was a Pay 2 Play kind of game. I became more and more hooked each time I logged in.


And then, I quit. Why? Well, I became quite sickly at that point due to lack of sustenance and proper rest. Also, my addiction was burning a big hole on my wallet, as I liked to play in computer shops with friends. It was also the time when hacks were promoted and used, so I kind of lost interest. I knew then that I had to stop this nonsense. Quitting was the only option.


There were times when I just lay on my bed and thought of turning on the computer just to have one more Player vs. Player fight with a friend...And to no surprise, I did. I went back into the dark side--my addiction which was already destroying me. I was at a weak state, swaying and breaking easily. I just couldn't not place my hands on the keyboard and open the client.


I put my foot down after several times of succumbing and told myself to simply concentrate on something else. After a few tries, I became more tolerant...and after a while, even more tolerant. I still slipped along the way, but I managed to recover from all of it. I became the master of what had sucked me in.


I know a lot of you would find this ludicrous. As most said to me, "It's only a stupid game! It's not even real." Ha, I can now finally unveil my true intention of this post...(I just had to make a long introduction, huh.)


Take my story from above and relate it to the overrated, most complained about notion that is love. Just replace the game with say, the person you like. The cycle goes like this: you meet someone --> you like that someone --> your mind is filled with thoughts of that someone --> that someone slowly becomes bad for you --> you try to forget that someone --> you fail --> try again --> fail --> try again --> and it goes on until you finally do succeed


You take a step forward and then suddenly take two steps back. That someone (or in my case, something) proved to be unhealthy for you, but still you want him/her. Sometimes, it's not because you still want it, but because the feeling has become familiar to you; you've grown too attached to it. It's not the object of pursuit you've come to chase, but just the high it gives you. And that, my friend, is the withdrawal syndrome--the relentless enemy of moving on.


Meh. All of us will get over it somehow--may it be through an addiction to a person or a thing. It's just a cold battle to which one must fight off...alone.


May the force be with you if you're struggling to fight this phenomenon.


Sincerely,
I Don't Know Why I Made This Post