few days ago, getting up from bed, I looked at his feet and hands. I had her nails a bit 'but I thought long and who cares. " I was not in lengths from Guinness. Then I looked in the mirror, I shave a little 'unkempt hair and a bit' dirty. I thought "and who cares. "After all I only go to work, was in a hurry and, above all, I had no desire to spend an hour in the bathroom. It happens.
At that point I was reminded that I have heard some strange recommendations from my mother or my grandmother. In short, when you leave the house must be in order because if for whatever reason happens to be admitted can not be present to doctors with dirty panties or hair greasy. In short, I would do things their fingers crossed even more obscene Don Verzè. However, I repeat: who cares. What do you want that I care bill in the pants if they are hospitalized? No, I would have something else to think in such a situation.
But then I thought, "and if I died today? Seeing what everyone would think with long fingernails and greasy hair metalheads as those of the 80 Bay Area?". I also heard that a few hours after death, the body begins to dehydrate, the skin shrinks and, consequently, nails and beard seem longer than they would if you were in life. What a disgusting word. It seems stupid to see it that way. When you are dead you have other problems! But it is a matter of image. Just do a crap that is precisely what we will remember. No matter what you think you do, beautiful ideas you have in mind.
keep thinking that I do not care about what the aesthetic del mio cadavere. Ma il ragionamento può continuare sul piano "intellettuale" (non aspettatevi troppo però). Sono poche le persone che ci conoscono veramente bene e praticamente nessuno conosce totalmente i nostri pensieri, quello che abbiamo visto, quello che siamo, i nostri sogni e le idee che vorremmo realizzare. La totalità delle persone ci conosce per quello che facciamo tutti i giorni, il più delle volte costretti da scelte che non sono fatte in piena libertà. E anche le persone più vicine a noi non conoscono tutto di noi. Io per esempio non racconto in giro che vorrei fare l'astronauta o lo scrittore, o che avrei un'idea rivoluzionaria su un nuovo tostapane. Ma non lo racconto nemmeno alla mia ragazza o a mio fratello. Ho paura che laugh at me, but also that this confession becomes a commitment, like "Tolstoy, you're writing a book?" "No, I'm just looking for help to remove a new trojan powerful than Windows."
Here we are just what we do from cradle to grave. Our energy potential is not recognized. Perhaps the principle, rather than shared, intelligence as a means and not as an end. But it takes time! Time and nature, gosh (I decided that in this post I would not have used the word "fuck" and "porcaputtana")! So a shy person needs a life of 120 years, while an extrovert and confident it can cope in 40 years. But then if he happens to die at 20 is screwed. And here's what we think of our funeral
- the knower, "forming the ass he had, they could at least wash his hair! He never combined to no good."
- childhood friend, "has always been a metalhead disgusting, greasy hair, long nails ... never change."
- the employer: "Poor bastard. There 's been good, in January I would have asked for the increase."
- his girlfriend, "and wanted to write a book? Failed. Learn how to wash, damn metalhead. Now I can finally change my Relationship Status on Facebook ..."
- the friend of the heart "poor, has spent half his life to make the metalhead, and the other half to try to remove that label. She did not believe it himself. Metalhead damn disgusting. And failed. Say hello to heaven Cliff "
- mother:" He was a genius, a misunderstood genius Metallaro e. .. "
course. The mothers think their children are geniuses, you know.
However, again, who else cares about what others think, especially if you look in a wooden box. But I think from now on I will try to make my dreams and make money all my qualities. is to change soiled underwear before leave the house. Tomorrow. No, next Monday.
Let from 1 January. So I quit smoking too e. .. listen to the '80s thrash metal.
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