Filofax Addiction

I work in health care and have seen the effects of many types of addiction. Addiction causes us to react in different ways. Some with compassion for those who cannot fight the temptation. Others with contempt for what they view as a weakness. I find difficult to remain dispassionate about addiction because I, too, suffer from a form of it. Mine does not cause me to steal or beg to fuel my habit but I have come dangerously close to maxing out my American Express card. I am a Filofax addict. It has been three days since I received my last Filofax in the mail and already I am jonesing for another. It was a Malden personal size in Ochre. Or brown, as we say here in the south. I heard someone from my region of the world call the color Okra and spent quite a few minutes coughing and sputtering (I was enjoying a glass of wine until I inhaled it). Another symptom of the addiction, I've discovered, is the obsession with watching the un-boxing and decorating videos that the other afflicted upload onto YouTube.

I don't know what it is ahout these binders that make them so appealing. Perhaps it is the softness of the leather or the way they smell. It certainly isn't because I'm an organization freak. I'm very likely the most disorganized person on the earth. I ordered my first Filo because I thought spending that much would help me use it consistently and I would learn to be more organized and efficient. I also use and iPad and and iPhone and still run late to meetings and usually send bills in at the very last minute. It's not a nice feeling. Instead of helping me become organized, it awoke a demon of need within me. One that looks at YouTube videos and growls "I want that". It nags and nags until I can't stand it anymore and buy what it's demanding. Once the package arrives, it appears happy for a few minutes until it sees something new and begins the cycle all over again.Of course, that's just addictive personality hyperbole. The "demon" is me. I'm the one who can't control myself when I see a new product. Or one that's half-priced. But honestly, who can?

There should be a twelve step program for Filofax addiction. Perhaps even a treatment center. Once that requires addicts to admit they have a problem, acknowledge a higher power (Filofax Corporate Office), and make amends for any indiscretions their addictions have caused them to make. I know I need to apologize to my coworker for dragging her into my dark and seedy world of binder coveting. She trying to steal my A5 Purple Malden. I saw her eyeing it earlier. I told her I'd cut her if she tried but she's small and quick and ballsy. She might just try despite my threats. Sigh, as you can see, addiction can cause even the most rational mind, which I admit I am not, to become paranoid and fearful. But she really is trying to steal "Big Purple".

In all seriousness, I've enjoyed my foray into the Filofax world. I do prefer to write things down and I know I can use these beautiful binders for a variety of purposes (which is convenient as I've bought a variety of binders).