Addicts

Some people are addicts.  Not just drug addicts or sex addicts, but just plain old addicts.  They live for the kairos moments of life without any concern for the routine.  Everyday is a holiday.  I am sitting here one week away from Christmas and my life now is full of carols, trees and cookies.  It is fine for now, but this can't be my existence.  At some point, my life has got to go back to the same.  Addicts live in a constant state of Mardi Gras.  The lights are always beaming and the music is always playing.  They are happy but unproductive and have nothing but good feelings in the end.  Drug addicts are some of the worst people because, the drug of choice makes them grin like Cheshire cats, but their kids are in foster homes, they are in the county jail and they haven't held a job since they were old enough to get one.  They are failures with a smile.  Nothing should make you feel that good.  I have even seen ex-addicts want a hand clap for not being an addict anymore.  How about not being an addict in the first place.  One of the saddest things to see is someone who went from a constant carnival to the doldrums of the life they failed to live.  They lose that special glow and routine drives them back to the pipe.  I am glad for Christmas but, I will be happy on December 26, when my world returns to normal again.