Post by Number 9.1 on Jun 28, 2011 10:08:22 GMT
Let me have another go...
I speak as someone who gave up smoking cigarettes (I now only smoke cigars - the big, black, extra dangerous Cuban ones which I find create a deeper, longer-lasting fug which is much harder for innocent bystanders to escape in their pursuit of eternal life: I can knock out all plant and animal life in the average beer garden for generations in a matter of minutes).
Anyway: when I'm out and about, strolling through the dewy meadows of the 21st century urban wonderland, minding my own and/or everyone else's business (it depends), I'm sometimes snapped out of my dream state by the unwanted and entirely unexpected toxic stink of other people's exhaust fumes, fast food, sweat, farts, massive self-righteousness - even cigarette smoke - and I face the dilemma of either shrugging it off (it's a bit 'out there', I know, but it's a round world after all) or becoming 'aggressive-aggressive' and vomiting on the perpetrator in the certain knowledge that this will finally teach them the error of their personal choices and make them more like me ... In the end, I usually opt for the former (I'm that kind of a person, I guess - you know: weak-willed). Once it's passed, I'm free to get on with my life's work of designing a society where some of the things I don't care for but which are nevertheless detected by my senses from time to time are crushed under the iron fist of my own self-interest and where I don't have the petty irritations of modern life (particularly the ones that are really a full-on, co-ordinated attempt on my life if we're honest) forced down the nicotine-stained tumour corridor where my throat used to be (did I mention I used to hang out with smokers too?).
Me and my hate: yeah - that's the future. Get used to it. I'll probably die before we get there, brothers, but I'm taking you all with me.
I speak as someone who gave up smoking cigarettes (I now only smoke cigars - the big, black, extra dangerous Cuban ones which I find create a deeper, longer-lasting fug which is much harder for innocent bystanders to escape in their pursuit of eternal life: I can knock out all plant and animal life in the average beer garden for generations in a matter of minutes).
Anyway: when I'm out and about, strolling through the dewy meadows of the 21st century urban wonderland, minding my own and/or everyone else's business (it depends), I'm sometimes snapped out of my dream state by the unwanted and entirely unexpected toxic stink of other people's exhaust fumes, fast food, sweat, farts, massive self-righteousness - even cigarette smoke - and I face the dilemma of either shrugging it off (it's a bit 'out there', I know, but it's a round world after all) or becoming 'aggressive-aggressive' and vomiting on the perpetrator in the certain knowledge that this will finally teach them the error of their personal choices and make them more like me ... In the end, I usually opt for the former (I'm that kind of a person, I guess - you know: weak-willed). Once it's passed, I'm free to get on with my life's work of designing a society where some of the things I don't care for but which are nevertheless detected by my senses from time to time are crushed under the iron fist of my own self-interest and where I don't have the petty irritations of modern life (particularly the ones that are really a full-on, co-ordinated attempt on my life if we're honest) forced down the nicotine-stained tumour corridor where my throat used to be (did I mention I used to hang out with smokers too?).
Me and my hate: yeah - that's the future. Get used to it. I'll probably die before we get there, brothers, but I'm taking you all with me.