Today I decided that I would try smoking since I am completely aware that I just want to relieve some part of stress this way. Considering it is not healthy and might be addictive, I therefore decided to try it. So I bought my first pack of cigarettes, made some coffee, even found a lighter (I didn't buy the lighter, that was way too mainstream), and then I eagerly went to the balcony, opened the door... Now, wait, tried to open. 'Cause a week back I kinda made it impossible to open sticking a lot of sticky/adhesive tape all over the opening of the door because the wind coming to a room was about immoral. And therefore this made me confused, what do I do now, I live in fifth floor. But then I opened the window, enjoyed my cigarette and when I tried to stub it out, I kinda almost made a fire in my balcony, even though I never actually went to my balcony in the first place.
Every day a new ironic adventure. Coming for me. Fun.