I know I'm addicted to paintball when last night for example I walk into a bookstore, go straight to the magazine section, and look at the paintball mags for two hours before looking at anything else in the store or even think about dinner. That's either dedication or dementia.
Oh, and the other night, I drank alone at the bar because even though there were women there that looked available, none of them had on jerseys or hats or jewlery or anything that indicated they played paintball, so I drank one beer and left. I am not making this up, nor was this the first or last time it will happen.