Naive

Sometimes it is refreshing to find out that I are more naive than I think I am. Sometimes, not always. Normally I like to think of myself as someone who is fairly aware of what is going on around me. It doesn't always look this way because I find it convenient to pretend sometimes that I am clueless. Sometimes though I am honestly clueless about what is going on.
I'm sure that you know what I'm talking about when I say that sometimes it is nice to find out that you are more naive than you thought you were. Say for instance someone has to take the time to explain a dirty joke to you. It is a nice feeling to know that your mind hasn't sunk to that level yet. Or another example is that you didn't realize that the word or term you have been using has a naughty meaning. Sure you are embarrassed about it but it sure feels good to know that the other meaning isn't at all what you meant by it.
So to get to the point last night I was walking Oso around the park. I have been slacking a bit recently in my exercise and he was making it clear that he could use the walk as well. Our local park is just down the street. There is a paved trail around the park that is about a half mile from start to finish. We do this about 8 times, starting out slowly and building up to a decent clip. By decent clip I mean that we are passing everyone else. At the corner where I start walking laps there is a handball court that is popular with a lot of the local men. Any given night there will be a group of them with their shirts off swinging, missing and cussing with equal vigor. On the other side of the sidewalk is the parking lot and a cinder block storage pen for the dumpster.
We had finished 5 laps and were starting our 6th when I noticed a really strong smell. It sort of smelled like a skunk but at the same time didn't smell like a skunk. As I walked past the people gathered there I was able to figure out that there was a vegetable smell to it. It honestly smelled like someone had taken the stench of a skunk, put it into plant form and was now burning it. It took me several more steps before I figured out what was going on.
I had to chuckle as I continued on my way. First of all I had to chuckle that people were bold enough to do that in public with so many people around. It was a real testimony to the neighborhood. The second reason I had to chuckle was because every time I smell someone smoking pot I have to pause for a minute and think about what that smell is before I finally place it. As you can probably gather my exposure to pot is infrequent and second hand by nature.
Yup, sometimes it is down right pleasant to be naive!