Shiny, silver disk of corruption

A long time ago (well, at the beginning of this year, I think) I went on a porn binge. Several, in fact. I found a source of free pictures of girls I liked, and outfits that satisfied my fantasies. I must have spent many hours - days, weeks probably - downloading them.

Then I got a bit obsessive-compulsive, identifying the models, categorizing the pictures, saving hundreds of pictures in tidy little folders on my hard drive. Which, of course, was a stupid place to save them, since my wife uses the same PC.

So the addict came up with a crafty little scheme: hide the porn on boring work CD-ROMs, buried under several layers of folders in case they got found. These CDs then got tucked away with other, more innocuous disks, so only I would ever be able to find my stash in future.

This morning - while working - I found these CD-ROMs.

There was a moment's hesitation; do I know that these are the porn CDs? And do I know they're not just porn - what if they've got some important documents on them too? Shouldn't I at least check what's on them before doing anything too hasty?

But I've learnt.

Hasty is the only way to do things like this; if you have the will power, act quickly before the addict gets control again. And whatever you do, don't do anything that might expose the addict to a wealth of porn files...

So I smashed the disks. Without looking.

I know there wasn't anything important on them. I know I used disks whose content had been superseded. And I know that, if I was wrong, a fresh copy of the documents is only a phone call away. The addict will have to try harder than that to drag me back to my old ways.

And the addict will no doubt keep trying; but this is a positive step for me, and one that makes it harder for the addict.