The word that describes them very accurately in Sanskrit is "godas" - (that's a singular word) - servant of the senses. Their sensual desires, and the mind which follows behind, are their master. The genitals (or whichever sense, but those are the strongest besides the tongue) says "I WANT IT ALL AND I WANT IT NOW!!!" and the enslaved hedonist says, "Yessir, yessir, three bags full! Right away, master, whatever you say, master."
They don't realize that the fantasy of happiness and satisfaction promised by the mind and the attendant sensual desires is a false promise, like an ugly disease ridden whore promising true faithful love.
"They don't realize that the fantasy of happiness and satisfaction promised by the mind and the attendant sensual desires is a false promise, like an ugly disease ridden whore promising true faithful love."
Trying to find happiness in that way is like trying to keep a room illuminated all night by lighting successive matches.
Was it Chesterton or Lewis who said that?
The lips of a loose woman drip honey, and her speech is smoother than oil. But in the end she is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword.
That was God who said that.