My greatest addiction is to my story and the endorphin rush of irritation when the world fails to match up to that story of how things should be.
Over the years I have been able to curb my urge to smoke, to drink, and to eat meat.
There is no reason for me not to be able to curb my inclination to be irritated – and to release myself from my addiction to me.
The Obvious? 
As we’ve discussed from time to time, there is every reason for you not to be able to curb your instinctive anger, fear, or sorrow. These instincts have evolved to protect and serve us over millennia. As for the rest, it’s all our biological and cultural conditioning; your self has nothing to do with any of it.
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Yeah, that was meant to be the subtext, the addiction to the feeling that there is a me that should be in control but isn’t.
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Irritated or not, suggesting we’re addicted to our story is an interesting idea. Changing our story, or at least how we define it, is powerful. But why change if you are addicted?
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Because clinging to the very idea that we have one causes us to resist what is happening around us which, as Dave points out, we have no control over.
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I’ve been working for a while now on doing little, napping often and letting my mind and perceptions wander. Generally I like it, and am getting ‘better’ at it, I think. Whatever ‘better’ means ..
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I made a mistake. This comment was meant to appear under your “doing fuck-all” post.
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I’ve become aware this past year how strong my assumption is that things should work out fairly: debts should be paid, favours should be returned… An assumption that persists completely independently of my experience of the world.
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