Evolution of a downfall
The magnitude of what people will do to satiate their addictions will never cease to amaze me. As typical of a weekday and sometimes weekend mornings, I was walking to work with various thoughts of agenda for the day, emotional issues that arose over the weekend, and a spectrum of other things. It’s amazing how microscopic interwoven neurons have the ability to multi-task. There was a man walking directly ahead of me, and as usual, I didn’t notice until he stopped to stare at the ground. Still, people are weird; people apparently stop to stare at cement. I am one of these people. So still proceeding along casually , I didn’t take much notice. As he bent down carefully to pick something up, I innately followed his path of concentration out of curiosity, only to see that he was in fact, picking up a half-smoked cigarette and adding it to the collection already in his calloused hand. This whole act was so completely and violently abhorrent to me that I was forced to look away. In lieu of emotional substance in our lives, how often do we rely on short-term physical remedies, even if they are detrimental to health, and ultimately to psyche? Obviously I’m in no position to judge others’ lifestyles and habits, as I have my own idiosyncrasies and quandaries to sort through, but nevertheless I couldn’t help but think of the tremendous sorrow and desolation that his actions reflected.
posted by Sheila @ 11/08/2004 12:06:00 PM
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