Addiction

Addiction

Mia Dubac, Phoenix writer

As I open the laptop, a dark spirit consumes my body. It travels from the top of my head down to my fingertips, causing my arms to thrust forward and assume their usual position on the keyboard. I rest them there, contemplating what to do next. Should I open my assignments and travel into the abyss to expand my knowledge? The dark spirit causes me to turn away from the chalkboard icon. I open the new tab and I start to type. It’s too late, the creature that consumes me and controls my every move has chosen. My fingertips press on the keys… s-o-l-i-t-a-i-r-e. I shudder, knowing that I will be stuck in a trance for the designated learning period. I mindlessly click around, trying to solve the puzzle in the hardest mode. Do I succeed? The answer to that question tends to be no, but when I am victorious, the dark spirit draws me in for more. I click and click and click, feeding the development of carpal tunnel syndrome. Does my body resist when I feel the pain forming in my wrist? Never. The only master is sitting on his throne, upstairs. When I beg him to stop, he lurches the joysticks forward, planting my hands firmly on the keyboard. I can’t move, I only play. Time passes and I wonder if this is what I want to be doing with my free time, but he brushes those thoughts away. He beats them until they whimper and crawl away in fear of the all powerful being. There is no escape. He has taken over and I belong to him.