Addiction, like most everything in life is complicated. It's definitely a disease, and there is also a definite choice / behavior component to it. I have a terribly addictive personality, and am completely confident I would LOVE heroin. So I don't go there, period. But there are times I'm curious, and it leads me to have great sympathy for those who get trapped. Limited sympathy.
What grinds my gears, today? As succinctly as I can.....
I drive a 20 year old, 4- cylinder pickup truck. It serves me perfectly well, and very little of my ego is wrapped up in it. I am as car crazy as anyone you will meet, and for many years I was in a privileged position of driving an astonishingly wide variety of the most desirable and high performance machines imaginable. At the end of the day, I'm just a guy, in a car. And so are you, get over yourself.
When you are behind me, and the light at the intersection turns green..........Even if I were to bury the throttle and side step the clutch, row through the gears like a mad man, while hard up against the rev limiter.......You would still be much,
much faster than me. I think you knew that when you bought your (Mustang? Corvette? Camaro? insert name of overblown, off the rack, who cares
production car, available to anyone with a modest amount of money here.)
I'm happy you are happy with your purchase, and I'm sure I would enjoy that car as well. But if so much of your self image is wrapped up in being "Mr. fast guy" that you bought the appropriate machine to prove it, why does it seem to come as a surprise to you, that others are mechanically limited, inferior to you? It was your goal to be superior in the first place, mission accomplished........The rest of us donkeys couldn't get out of your highness' way fast enough to suit you, even if we cared to. Occasionally, I will of necessity depress the clutch, and select the next higher gear ratio. When I do, my velocity will not decrease, but my rate of acceleration will be reduced for a brief moment, please forgive me. But if in the course of 100 yards, the distance between my rear bumper and your front, cycles between 2 and 50 feet, a dozen times, you might want to rethink what you are doing, who you are trying to impress, and whether or not it is working.
Setting yourself up in a position of sure victory, and then reveling in that glory......one possible definition of a jerk off.
That's right, its a rant about literal gears, grinding my gears!