Inspiration and moods

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I love inspiration. I always…, just a second, before I proceed I would like to highlight a relevant fact– though it won’t seem as such just now. Most of my friends consider me to be moody… I think. This comes from how they talk about me. They don’t use the word moody but their comments amount to the same thing. I have been asked on multiple occasions how it is that I can be “as cheerful as a body could be” on one day and then “gloomy and sad” on the next. I have also been told that my ever changing moods leave them (my friends) confused and they never know what to expect from me on any given day. They don’t know whether to expect “happy Colstar” or “sad Colstar”, “talkative Colstar” or “silent Colstar”. They say the cheerful Colstar is tolerable enough and they wouldn’t mind having him more regularly but that if I do not wish to drop the sad the Colstar, I should keep him in constant rotation because they are not too big on variety when it comes to a persons moods.

I think variety is a good thing. I wouldn’t want to experience extreme happiness every single day, I would grow numb to it. We all know that “joy wouldn’t feel so good if it wasn’t for pain” as 50 Cent once said in one of his songs (Many men). And also, there is a simple answer as to why my mood is always changing . That answer is inspiration. Now, I forgive the reader for wondering what in the devils name inspiration has to with moods…hmm let me explain. On days that I am cheerful it is because I feel inspired. When I feel inspired my mind suddenly starts to cook up ideas from left, right and centre and I have this huge urge to engage my senses; touch something (or if possible someone, a girl), see something, hear, taste, I want to work in all the senses, going mostly by instinct – thus not thinking too much. On such days I am “about whatever” as the rapper Drake would put it. But as soon as inspiration goes I feel as empty as an adult film star who has just been… wait that analogy won’t fly. Hmm… I feel like I have gone blind because the splendour of the world is not visible to me any more. That’s what the matter my friends! Anyone would “sad and gloomy” if they had a bright and beautiful world one day and the next it became dark. But that is why I love relationship inspiration. It’s never always in one place, sometimes you have it, and sometimes you don’t. Sometimes you feel inspired to write about promises, other times your mind is blank and you shamelessly write about inspiration and moods instead. I will end here, I have wondered aimlessly farther than any man has any right to.

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The right to smoke

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I am not against smoking. I think if people want to damage their lungs with smoke, it’s a little enough matter and they should be allowed to have their way.  No one has the right to deny others the privilege of mucus and cancer enhancing their lungs. This is a God given right.

Now, since I respect other people’s right to damage their lungs, I expect them to respect my right to have healthy lungs. Indeed, I simply desire the privilege to go out in public (shops, schools, banks, hospitals e.t.c.) without fear of being exposed to smoke. I know it’s a privilege that is only sought after by uncool nerds, like me, but I think it deserves to be accorded all the same.

These days it seems like people want to share their smoke with me everywhere I go, especially bus stations and public toilets. As much as I appreciate this immense generosity, I think it would be better if I could personally add smoke to my diet if I want to, instead of having it forced on me by people I don’t even know. Like Barack Obama said, not so long ago, “force feeding is something that should only be tolerated at Guantanamo bay”

I am pleading to law makers to find a way to accord people the right to damage their lungs without giving them the freedom to damage the lungs of others as well. Also, just in case law makers are too lazy to do their job (which is very likely), I urge all smokers to share their nicotine and tar with anyone else but me. I say this because I plan to dedicate my lungs to respiration for the next few decades or so, Insha’Allah

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