Modern day wonders

A while ago, I was going to my friend's house. We were supposed to make pizza, and I carried some of the ingredients in my backpack. One of the ingredients was basil, and it emitted a faint odor in the bus. Couple of girls nearby, mature enough to be in their 20s, started to talk about the odor. They did not know where it came from and they started to ball around that it could be a scent of oregano or some other plant, but they eventually got it right that it is basil. I listened to what they talked about. One of the girls came to the conclusion that the smell of basil belongs to the kitchen and definitely not to a public bus. As if the scent is so disturbing to someone who can not handle a pretty pleasantly smelling plant. I reckon that the same girl, if she accidentally farts in her kitchen, does she rebuke herself, that the smell of excrement belongs to the toilet and not to the kitchen. If somebody has a problem with the scent of basil, what other silly problems these people, this mob, actually possess. What is the reasoning?

Another time, I saw from the bus that an elderly was walking along a street and she had these walking sticks. She used the sticks as if they were similar to sports equipment, those you usually see with elderly people, sticks that remind of ski poles. But this old woman had branches from a tree, and you can imagine that those sticks were even naturally bowed to the extreme. It looked funny, that somebody had a bright innovative idea for sports walking sticks. Nothing wrong with that.

One occasion I saw a foreigner, with his friends, at a bus stop. The guy held a cigarette in his hand, but he never inhaled or puffed it. The cigarette was never near his mouth. He just held it in his hand casually, like he was a serious smoker. Imagine being a clown, who wants to raise his masculine image by holding a cigarette, as you can see from old tv commercials. I read from a book (Third Chimpanzee), that holding or smoking cigarettes or associating with other substances in the first place, has something to do with masculinity. It is cool to hold such things in your hand, because it translates to you being tough, like a stereotypical cowboy. Great way to waste money.

Another time I was in a hypermarket, I saw a young guy sitting on a bench. The guy was extremely filthy: His leather jacket was black and brown, fingers were blacked with filth, his face was also covered with filth and he had some piercings. Trousers were worn, backpack was covered with whatever and was laying on the ground. He had a motorcycle helmet, which tells that he was not a junkie or drunkard. He was smoking a cigarette. It occurred to me that maybe he was some sort of mechanic, who works with cars or motorcycles, and maybe he was on his way home. The cigarette also brought to mind that maybe it has to do something with masculine ideas: men are dirty and smoke junk like in old times in a bakery. Men do not give a damn about cleanliness or always wear a worn leather jacket. On the contrary, he did not look masculine from his physical features. He was a feeble looking guy, not muscular and was short, and his clothing and appearance somehow reminded me of a hipster. Some sort of a guy who wants to be out of the mainstream. I do not know. He definitely could not handle a 20 kilo battle ax, that is for sure. Modern day masculine wonders. Icing to the cake was the baby face, smooth facial cheeks, round face, weak jaw, NOT a face like a cinder block or carved from a marble.