Toxic Habits
by jon suhr
I know I shouldn’t. I know that it kills me. But I always succumb to my unhealthy attraction to the smell of gasoline.
Sometimes it briskly tickles. Other times, it overwhelms my senses with an almost excessive pleasure. As much as I want the scent of gasoline to be a gentle sensation, I can’t control what it does to me. While there’s difficulty in controlling the intensity of my indulgence, perhaps one of the most alarming issues regarding my attraction to gasoline is the malicious effect of gasoline on the human body.
It’ll kill me slowly. Brain cells will die. Lungs will collapse. But never in an instant. Because of the gradual nature of deterioration, I won’t even suspect gasoline as the cause of my sickness.
During routine encounters with gasoline, I face a decision: preserve and protect my body or let moments of indulgence chip away at my short existence on earth.
These thoughts came to mind when I saw what romance does to my heart.
