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.
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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.
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