I grew up in a family of addicts (gambling, drugs, alcohol). Some lost everything, even their lives. Many though, eventually kicked the habit – which is great, but here’s the thing: every single one of them seemed to transfer their addiction to something else. Whether it be religion, or food, or sex. More socially acceptable maybe, but just as addicted.
Sooo (to answer the OQ), I’m pretty sure I too have an addictive personality. I’ve just chosen to channel that into work or comic books or ::GASP:: cookies.
Much better than weed or booze or betting the ponies, but still an addiction of sorts.