Don’t get me wrong, I hate the stuff and I’ve always been anti-smoking. But lately I’m looking around me and everyone is smoking outside the doors to buildings. In Amman, once you step off the plane you can smell the smoke, it’s like a heavy smoker sitting next to you and you can smell his drenched shirt. But in Toronto smoking is banned pretty much everywhere so this is what people do, they stand outside doors and lean against walls just smoking. Most are too old and that coolness look they took on during their teenage years is replaced with a jaded expression. And I have to admit in the chaos of my life right now I find this highly appealing.
The thought of just standing there, doing nothing, that blank expression on one’s face of being completely and utterly idle; it’s very attractive. It’s literally life being put on pause for only a moment; just holding this little white cigarette with the ashes building up on the end ready to inevitably topple to the pavement from the weight of all that greyness. And that blank look. That nicotine induced tantric visual; a mellow search for automatic enlightenment. I can’t get past that look. It’s very Zen. And I want to be Zen.
I’m considering using lollypops instead. But I wonÃ¢??t inhale.
It’s just an observation.