Te miran y sonríen, después de todo son tu familia, tus amigos, gente que te quiere y desea verte bien =)
No podés hacer otra cosa más que armarte de tu mueca predilecta y tratar de que no se note el desprecio.
Después de todo estás solo, sin otra companía más que aquello que viven en algún rincón de tu cabeza, una perspectiva reveladora, como la llamó algún profesor muy confundido. Un auténtico dolor de cabeza (que duele en todo el cuerpo). Cuando fue que me alejé tanto, que rompi la barrera del punto de no retorno, el Event Horizon de lo social... No lo sé, no sufro mucho, o en realidad no sufro nada. Tal vez sea la hora de hacer las paces conmigo mismo y dejar de cuestionarme por lo que otros hacen o piensan hacer !
viernes, 12 de octubre de 2012
Se cierra una puerta y se abre una escotilla.
Lately I've been wondering why I don't belong in some circles...
I don't mean it in the Euclidean way, I'm talking about those private clubs
sometimes within other much bigger clubs. For as long as I can remember I've had the feeling I just don't belong "in there". If it's special I just cannot be a part of it, If it's exclusive I simply don't get invited. And that's how it started I guess. I'm growing old to be a "drama queen" about self acceptance and all that but I can't help noticing I've mastered a technique along the years. The technique of stepping down, even when every fiber of my body calls for a step up. The idea of making room, let others shine first, didn't always live in my head. There was a time when I wanted to be the first and I was proud about myself, I don't know what I did with that confident guy, I guess I killed it with alcohol or something and the coward in front of the keyboard today took his place.
I don't mean it in the Euclidean way, I'm talking about those private clubs
sometimes within other much bigger clubs. For as long as I can remember I've had the feeling I just don't belong "in there". If it's special I just cannot be a part of it, If it's exclusive I simply don't get invited. And that's how it started I guess. I'm growing old to be a "drama queen" about self acceptance and all that but I can't help noticing I've mastered a technique along the years. The technique of stepping down, even when every fiber of my body calls for a step up. The idea of making room, let others shine first, didn't always live in my head. There was a time when I wanted to be the first and I was proud about myself, I don't know what I did with that confident guy, I guess I killed it with alcohol or something and the coward in front of the keyboard today took his place.
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