An element called Acid

I like the way the new generation has embraced this whole 'save the Earth' movement. A friend of mine told me she was offered organic acid by this young student she met on a flight. Whether the acid was to be given on the flight; which merits investigation as to how he was able to get it past security? Or whether he was just dangling a metaphorical carrot to secure a date with my lovely friend is just random trivia that the reader should not break his/her head over.

I was just so impressed that he wanted to stress that it was organic!

By the way, I was being metaphorical when I called him a student as well. He was a student of life, having abandoned studies because “you know trees are cut down to print textbooks.” His quest towards saving the world was taking him across the world in airplanes, to far-flung, air-conditioned hotels in search of vegan recipes for a restaurant that he planned to open once he had gathered enough interesting ideas. That it would take him a few years to gather that, was of course obvious. It's incredible to think of the sacrifice he was making in order to save the world. We really do need the youth of today to step up and do their bit while dancing to (organic) acid rock!

I have to give credit to his parents who did their bit to raise awareness.

Conversely, most parents slave their behinds off, raising little monkeys who would have been better off dangling from the trees! Instead, they are made to burn the midnight oil, again metaphorically speaking; making you aware of how we are burning energy, turning on lights and disturbing the natural environment of birds whose patterns of sleep are disrupted by our brightly-lit cities. These monkeys will grow up to slave at their workplace for peanuts and some of them will scatter peanut shells all over as well.

I say, let life be random, and if the randomness means that you have taken a left turn when you should have taken a right, don't be rigid and take a U-turn. Continue down the left-leaning (socialist type) road and maybe, just maybe, it will take you to the edge of the cliff. If you should then take off your Chanel shirt and decide to jump off it and dive right into the water. Do it. Don't break your head over whether you have learned to swim or not. Just remember you would make a really cool acid trippin' poltergeist as well!