Inertia is a word encountered sometime in Junior High, or possibly earlier if you have “wordie” parents like mine.
(source of image above) I chose to use this illustration because one can clearly imagine how it would take a good amount of pulling to get the wagon rolling.
My father introduced me to a lot of physics concepts, and I am married to a physicist. This does not make a scientist of me, but as a student of life phenomena, I find physics terms/concepts really GREAT for describing human behavior.
That wagon up there is like me, say on the beach. I am one lazy, inert mass of protoplasm. It takes a big amount of energy to get me going, and likely it will not be anything like another human being or elapse of time. It will take the power of Old Sol!
I used to lie on the beach until I was so hot I could not stand myself any longer, and then I would barefoot it across the searing sand and gradually ease into the water. Ahhh.
Once in the water, I would swim and splash and wallow for hours — really hours! I would wallow until my feet were like white prunes and I was limp as a dishrag. I would then drag myself out and across the welcome heat of the sand to my towel and flop down, spent and ready for another excessive extreme of sensual delight.
This is, I suspect, basic to the nature of addiction. If one glass is yummy, why stop? If you feel lousy enough after a night of this, why ever have another glass ever?
Well, there are things I am addicted to, and one of them is coveting not a half-empty, or a half-full glass, but one that is completely full, or one that is completely empty! I actually think it’s my stong point and my weak point all at once.