Running is my perverse addiction.
I don’t know why I am addicted to running.
I’ve always had a somewhat addictive personality, something that established itself in childhood when I became addicted to the Sims 2 and, more severely, marshmallow flumps.
At its worst, I would play the Sims 2 for up to 6 hours straight.
During that time, I would have consumed up to twenty-five flumps.
I realised that my addiction was taking a downward, destructive spiral when I stopped visiting the ‘Create a Family’ room and started removing doors from walls and ladders from pool sides instead.
I sensed that having near complete control over the lives of others was getting to me.
I was becoming sick with power.
I was losing sight of the person that I had been and was turning into a brainwashed flump-guzzling monster.
As a result, I made a concerted effort to quit.
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