Thursday, July 9th, 2009
I may be some kind of a lost cause. Allowing hopes to grow around the most impossible and unreasonable situations must be like an unconscious pastime, those things you never admit you love but you actually do.
My senses do not help me at all. Most of the time, I am completely aware that the story doesn’t end well. The movie has no happy ending. Bad reviews pop up in front of me all the time. But I still pay for the ticket.
And what follows is the worst sequence Hollywood could ever come up with: the “good guy” starts drinking too much, smoking too much, boring friends with all those desperate stories they already know by heart, long sleepless nights motivated by the craziest fantasies. The letters he writes but never sends. He goes to the church, he tries reading his future in the tarot cards, and he fasts. Tired of building sand castles.
I’ve always considered myself extremely strong to get over any of these problems but haven’t realized that I am actually too weak for having let them take control in the first place.
Enough! If scarves make me stronger, I am Schwarzenegger already.
Edu (a.k.a. Evaldo)
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