Choosing Your Inspiration

Ugh! Is the exasperated version that unfolds to – “Oh shit! This sucks. What do I write for the blog? Why can’t it be easier? Why is life such a bitch! So many things that inspired, like ‘that teacher scraping off his students thingi with a single hammer blow’ or ‘baby that says he doesn’t want to eat animals’ or ‘the lazy ass cat video’ or ‘when I met with an accident’ But why am I blank when I sit to write something. This is crappy.” And I close the doc file and read funny blogs.

Sometimes there is nothing to write and it’s been 3 weeks I posted a blog and it’s high time I just write something! These are the times that transform to a metaphor; where I want to eat something, don’t know what and just go to the fridge and stand there deciding what to devour in the next two minutes to satisfy my soul!

Even though there is a bank of inspiring events, thoughts, people and others nothing is good enough to write. Or maybe I am just lazy to improvise.

BTW……..

In The Stoner's Posse

They are species of a distinctive group who are overwhelmed by the fact of reality and mundane life. They eat, laugh and live without any care as to what ramifications eventuate. I have spent quite some time with these people who are “under the influence” and in some ways – they are inspiring, innovative and intuitive.

That's swag

This posse never has a limit. In fact, they are in a place of Zen where contentment flows through their mind and body like the warm blood in our veins. With smokers, you have to be comfortable having a conversation with others until the bud pinches your lips with heat, punishing you because you took it way too far. Drinkers get cozy with fellows of same wavelength in thoughts or prefer conventional “friends” over unpredictable social environment. Mostly because it takes twice the time of a smoke to enjoy a glass of bourbon.

But, stoner’s philosophy is: “more the merrier.” You need not even join them, they still entertain you. It is a place where it feels like all time stands still and sluggishness is spread in the smoke that is liberated after a drag. They share intimate thoughts and wild dreams without being judged but laughed at so hard, that you can only think it’s because they care too less to judge you; like that wind that blows away everything from dirt to dwellings. Personally, I think it’s a funky smell but who’s to say I’m right!

I observe these people who are professionals in their fields, students with A grades and smartest to the dullest just going through the motion of inhale and exhale of smoke while the smell fills up to the roof leaving no space for fresh air; with it I saw their frustrations sail away in a tide less current spinning it’s way overboard and dissolving in to the cool water and replaced with a view so clear and flow so slow, they can do nothing but feel free and smile at the world of pandemonium.