Losing oneself in a story is an amazing, and very addictive thing. If anything exists besides the book, movie, game, etc, it hasn’t totally sucked you in.
The problem is when you reach the last page. The last scene. When the book finally closes, and you realize how much time has past and that you aren’t a part of that world you were just reading about. Reality has to take over again. But your mind is still there, in that fantasy world, with those characters. Still lingering in their tragedies and triumphs. Left reeling and wanting to cry because you weren’t ready for it to end.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is me right now. This is me too often. Totally engrossed in a book or TV show to the exclusion of everything else. It’s torture. If it’s a book, I have to go back through several times and read over some of my favorite passages. And I don’t want to give it up, which gets me in heaps of trouble with the local library.
But “how do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on when in your heart, you begin to understand—there is no going back?”
And that is why I must avoid the most addictive things, because I will be sucked into a dark pit of despair.