I have recently developed an addiction to the Twilight saga as a means to cope with the horrible monotony and pain inherent in the daily exercise of being a grown-up. Something about Stephanie Meyer’s magical writing allows me to completely relax and to enjoy a fantasy world that is completely unrealistic. But it is such a relief from reality that I have a hard time pulling myself away from it to do anything else with my free time, which pisses my husband off and leads to arguments that then make life even more painful. Isn’t that lovely?
I think I become obsessive about certain things as a way to cope with especially stressful times...
I am thinking of when we were planning our wedding, and I wanted to escape into the thrill of planning every available moment between our engagement and the wedding itself. Again, Heath was frustrated and angry and complained that I could think or talk about nothing else. He finally forbid me to talk to him about it except for one day a week in the months leading up to our wedding. It was not a great time for us.
I think in times of stress I cling to whatever can give me a little escape. Getting married was stressful, but getting lost in the vision of a beautiful, perfect wedding day helped me cope. Starting a new job, going back to work after 8 years at home, is insanely stressful, and escaping to a make-believe world of kind vampires helps me cope now. I agree I show all the signs of addiction when I become obsessed with something like this. Yet I still tend to think it is selfish for Heath to take away my drug of choice, my only tool to numb the pain of existence right now.