I walked through my new suburb today to the supermarket. I felt insulted that the people standing outside the drug house didn't try to sell me drugs. While I stood in the supermarket I looked at the cigarettes they had for sale on the wall. I was amazed at how many different packets they had been able to cram into the square metre that they are allowed to display by law. I thought about buying a pack, I had enough money left over from my purchases and it has been a while since I last smoked anything. I thought about it long and hard while I waited and decided against it, not because of my concern for my health but because of the questions and lectures I would no doubt have to listen to. That and the lack of a private place to smoke. Smoking anything should be a quiet contemplative thing done individually or with understanding like minded individuals.
I thought last night that I should start to do some serious writing. That instead of stopping when I get uncomfortable with an idea, like I have been doing, to push through and to articulate fully what I mean. To get off the fence and say this is what I think, this is what I believe to be true though to be truly accurate I'd need to climb the fence first, instead of just throw rocks at it.
This isn't the time for serious writing.
