I was going to write this blog about pajamas because this morning I saw a girl who confidently wore leopard print pajama pants into Einstein's Bagel Shop / Library. All I could think about was that that girl's statement for the day must have been, "I'd rather be sleeping, then whereever I am now." I would have probably rambled on and on and on and on about, but instead I'm going to talk about Stranger Commentary.
Right after I stopped working on my Senior Seminar Simulation with my group, I stepped outside the library to smoke a cigarette and to mosey my way over to another building where my Discovery class aka "Science for Idiots" meets. As I was walking, I hear from two feet behind me "You shouldn't smoke, it will kill you." I figured it was just one of my friends or another cigarette holder as I had a conversation just last week in a cigarette circle about getting cancer. It was alas, someone I'd never seen before. Some towering black guy, who was wearing a blue winter jacket with the hood up. My reply? "I hope so." Now I don't know if this guy was generally concerned for my health, trying to pick me up, or bored out of his mind, but he replied with a "I hate death." The conversation was as follows:
"I hate death."
me- "You're gonna have a rough life, because it's full of it."
random - "You know, I used to smoke."
me - " Oh, do you want a cigarette?"
random - "No, after I quit I felt a lot better."
me - "I like realizing more that I just walked up stairs, makes me feel alive."
random - "it sure is cold out."
me - "it's gonna get colder."
random - "Oh, yeah I know. This is my second year here. I'm from Indiana."
me - "ok."
random - "what do you study here?"
me - "business and marketing"
random - "oh, so you're one of those people who's in it for the money."
me - "no, im one of those people who's in to purposely have more money then everybody else."
random - "oh, are you going to class?"
me - "yeah."
I turn to go into a building, random walks away. Mind you, this whole conversation happened as the random dude walked at first two feet behind me, then two feet
in front of me. He must not wanted to die from my cigarette smoke. That shit will kill you. In Canada cigarettes tell you right on the package.
Just so you know, I know everything that's wrong with Cigarettes, what they do what they don't do. I also know everything that's wrong with junk food, alcohol, marijuana, walking in the middle of a highway, etc. I'll gradually stop doing all them...except walking in the middle of a highway.
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