See this is what I'm talking about. No offense to simcha, since I assume he's cutting and pasting, but whomever wrote this: what a fucking load of horseshit. Why is looking for sex or love neglecting your life? Just because some uptight shithead in the Senate or working for the Moral Majority or some 12-step program is frustrated because he never gets any, where does he get off deciding what is a worthy pursuit in life and what isn't? Yeah, some people want to work themselves to death at a job they hate so they can buy empty shit like an oversized house or nice clothes to impress all the people at church. Other people want to get married and pop out a couple of kids to keep the endless cycle of pointless genetic self-propagation going. That's all fine and good. If it makes you happy, GREAT.
But maybe to someone finding love IS life. Maybe for them to be happy they just want to surrender themselves completely to someone else.
Maybe there is someone else out there who has no interest in working their way up the corporate ladder or finding a nice girl to settle down with and they get more satisfaction out of having sex than buying into the consumerist nightmare of our society.
Maybe these people have found that by casting off the shackles of social acceptability and expectation, they're actually much happier. If they did, what's wrong with that?

Some people do find something approximating contentment by forcing themselves into a rigid social mold. and if you go to a fucking shrink that's probably what they'll encourage you to do yourself. and some people who struggle with impulsive behavior suffer as a result precisely because they haven't figured out how to let go of this hokey ideal. I think the people who just accept what they are and find a groove for themselves, who embrace their impulses and resist the socialized need to fit in, who can in short just be themselves without worrying about what everyone else thinks is the model of happiness... these people are the ones whom I feel are legitimately happy. The handful out there who make their own way in the world. Meanwhile everyone else hiding behind their white picket fences... they're mostly just pretending. They're keeping up appearances. Seeking anonymous sex in bathrooms. Downloading internet porn behind locked doors. Going to confession and praying for strength to resist the urge to actually live. Lying to themselves every day until finally they start to believe they actually are happy even if deep down they really aren't. ugh.

I must also say I'm not a fan at all of the culture of victimization, or the overuse of the terms addiction and disease. Just in the interest of full disclosure.