Afraid of dirty too
hurry this morning, I am up late, I have been late in making breakfast, I wasted no time in getting dressed. All plotting against my leaving home! During the rush
highly motivated, I sometimes accidentally touching a spot just a wet and dirty finger.
-shit, now I have to wash my hands good and lose 2 more minutes before going down.
... now I have to wash my hands again ..
I stopped a second to think (a little late so was late ...): where visceral need to be extremely neat, when it took was a handkerchief, or a cure much faster?
Why is this mortal fear of getting dirty? Even to overshadow all other priorities?
Obviously they have taught me at home: you will not ever leave the house dirty, never out of order, otherwise others will think?
... we have to get dirty.
Incredible series of thoughts that are arising later, I could not believe it myself ...
-Yes, I have to be particularly dramatic if a person for an episode like going down the Two Chief World Systems!
I preferred then abandoning myself. I am not been listening, as I should do all the sane people, and I spent my day as a slide now my days lately, with a latent anger frying on the skin.
In the evening I tried to distract myself watching "Annozero" (ok, I put other chips to be fried in the flower of my skin ...) and then "talk to me", after, browsing YouTube, I caught a Ascanio Celestini piece that gave me reason on all my thoughts this morning, and then I decided to exhume and knock them down ...
Because if perhaps the use of the blog I do not make any sense for the virtual community, it has for me. It 'the only way to vent the anger that I have, perhaps according to only the hitters.
Now, unfortunately I do not have a home hitters, but I can use it only in gyms, while PC and time to write, I can always find them.
Vivo days of deep frustration and anger, can not stand (and I mean all the sense of superiority and difference that this word means) nothing more to my country, my press, its government and its choices , its opposition, and ultimately allowed at least my fellow citizens, my peers and my comrades in arms, or movement.
But even more can not stand ignorance and saccenza, superficiality, stupidity ... and this widespread deep and roots: a fear of getting dirty too.
Nobody wants dirty, no one wants to compromise.
Prefer comment, you prefer to look at the most informed, but that's just the best.
Otherwise, the silence is the small private lives of everyone, is the stupidity of what is served up to distract us.
It makes me angry that so many are the questions, so many rights are affected, the severity of so many committed before our eyes, and often justified by our own silence or phantom voting or poll ... and so little the folks who feel touched.
But we do not want to mess ...
How could we allow the news of a boy burned to poison the day? How could we let the physical torture on the corpse of a young woman now infest our dreams?
At best, we pause to comment: How disgusting, what a world.
Why do not we all feel individually responsible for every evil of our country?
It 's true that I suffer from a strong tendency to dramatize the reality, it is true, but I can not help but feel fully taken into cause, feel every time injured party, for each rape, each beating, for every unjust law removed as a citizen and a mafia.
I can not help it, but I feel that my mood is polluted by these things, and as long as I feel polluted I also feel compelled to clean up the pollution that is tainted is not really about me, but everything else that is around, so I feel a strong need to act.
But then I see the souls of my white colleagues to prepare for the examinations only thinking about their dicks, on pages that are missing to finish the review, on the bus and hear the speeches of those candid souls whose lives are marked by "House guests" and who will be "appointed" ...
And I do not understand why it is dirty just me and a few others who, after all, perhaps there is not much to do, we can not, we do not really means, and we waste so much energy that instead we need to fulfill the millions of tasks that you can never understand how we have to take, and which need more ... do not even know if we're happy to have lives so busy, because we do not have the time to think about.
Then call the waste of time ... I wash and hands, and go downstairs.
cakkio, however, are still angry.
