Although scientists have struggled to discover precise genes for addictions, it is generally recognized that certain addictions tend to run in families. Alcoholism. Nicotine addiction. Addiction to elicit drugs.
Just like most issues ascribed to genetics, the question always arises–is it nature or nurture? Do I act like my family acts because it is hard-wired into me or because I learn it from my family? I don’t know. Scientists don’t know. It’s been debated for years.
My family might be said to have an addiction. At least, my father and I share a common addiction. We’re both “information junkies”. We like to be surrounded by information constantly–whether reading it, listening to it on talk radio, discussing it with a friend, or watching a documentary. Give me information.
Cut off from information, I go through withdrawal–I start to twitch and make random noises. :-)
Thankfully, information is readily available at my local library, online, and across the yard at my parents’ house. So I rarely have to experience withdrawal.
You might say it’s genetic. My dad is a notorious information junkie.
But maybe it’s nurture. I grew up listening to Ravi Zacharias on the way to church, Rush Limbaugh on errands, and RTB Radio Podcasts while my dad showered in the room next door. I remember watching coverage of the Gulf War after dinner on the little television we took out of the closet expressly for that purpose. My family had (still has) three sets of encyclopedias. I read them regularly.
Nature or nurture, I’m an addict. So is my dad.
He got me hooked at a young age, as I took sips from the deep glasses he drank from. The encyclopedias acted as a gateway drug, the library my nearest pusher. Soon I was a full-fledged addict. Our drug choices and routes of delivery diverged throughout my teen years, although we still took time to snort together.
But now, again, we have come to share in our addiction freely.
I read blogs, a great variety. My dad reads blogs, mostly news, science, and politics. In Instapundit, we have again found a shared addiction.
“Did you read that article by the Instawife?” Dad asks.
I ask for a bit more description. I checked Insta early that morning–this hadn’t been posted until the afternoon. Dad catches me up on the latest.
“What do you think of that piece on electric cars?” I ask him right back.
We discuss nuclear energy, Supreme court rulings, male empowerment, and liberal extremism–all sparked by our new common link.
Maybe it runs in families, maybe it’s just us–but information is our shared addiction, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
I personally think it’s a bit more on the nurture side, but you can’t really prove it I guess. I’m definitely an information junkie as well. I can honestly enjoy sitting at my computer for a day and reading blogs, news, other information or even just Wikipediasurfing. Most of the specifics of the information I quickly forget, but the general ideas I’m able to retain. Generally the information is primarily of a useless kind but I really just enjoy knowing things. For me, I really think I got into it because when I was a young, homeschooled warthog I didn’t have all that much to do so I would read the Usbourne history books because I liked the pictures.
I don’t know. I definately don’t have the information junkie gene or nature or whatever you want to atribute it to…