American author Charles Bukowski had a brilliant take on it:
If I had been born a woman I would have certainly been a prostitute. Since I had been born a man, I craved women constantly, the lower the better. A yet women - good women - frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep.
Basically I craved prostitutes, base women, because they were deadly and hard and made no personal demands. Nothing was lost when they left. Yet at the same time I yearned for a gentle, good woman, despite the overwhelming price. Either way I was lost. A strong man would give up both. I wasn't strong. So I continued to struggle with women, the idea of a woman.
It's everything. The lifestyle of searching for a punt, the chase/catch, the discussion on here, the schelp across your home town for the next punt, the nerves when the door opens and you meet her for the first time. And on and on. It's such an involving and engaging hobby. Nothing else provides the rush and excitement on so many levels as punting.
So long as your "addiction" (I'd personally call it "dedication") isn't getting out of hand then just enjoy it. Fuck it. We're not here long and we're programmed to fuck, so celebrate and enjoy your manhood before bits start falling off and malfunctioning.
I raise a glass to my fellow punters. Cheers.