Love count (a post more than trivial)
Today I reflected on how many references and links, the associations of ideas and conjunctions of thoughts that sometimes happen to do in the space of a moment.
I thought, very mundane and prosaic, I must say, that in fact the love counts. And how.
But not in the sense that it is important to share our lives with someone who fits perfectly our thoughts. Sure, it's important and very welcome too, but I'm talking about more at this time.
I'm talking about love that touches us, that surrounds us, we remain stuck on him, like those for the body glitter gel, shimmering skin that makes us.
mean that love leaves an impression on us every time we touch.
And I thought about how a writer has made this picture so well. Surely many before her and after her will describe the same, maybe better ways, but today I was reminded how Rowling's saga of the protagonist can not be killed by his enemy as long as the love of his mother protects him . Ok, Potteriani before they arise: I also have a Potteriana doc, and I greatly simplified the story, so make lapidatemi;)
I thought about how the smell of love will feel, see and touch.
's useless, as we strive to conceal it, if we pay attention, we can see ad occhio chi passeggia avvolto da un mantello d'amore, chi indossa questo amore come una seconda pelle.
Ed è magico, quasi, notare come ogni cosa che venga tenuta saldamente dalle braccia dell'amore assuma una colorazione diversa, quasi un pò speciale.
E sto parlando di ogni sfumatura d'amore: dalla passione all'amicizia, passando per la genitorialità e la simpatia.
Qualunque forma d'amore si imprime su di noi e ci modella, ci guida.
Chi è stato tanto amato, non sarà mai solo.
Ed è bene ricordarselo, a volte :)
Friday, April 23, 2010
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Interim (or interanale?)
Oggi, tra le tante cose che ho fatto, c'è stata la mia iniziazione alle Agenzie Interinali.
Ho dovuto forzare me stessa, e molto, per entrare.
Say whatever you want, maybe I'm proud, perhaps they are snobs, the fact is that after entering I felt my spirits fall.
I have not even got the pen-gift that they gave me. I would have seriously risked to answer: store them in an orifice of your choice, that pen! But I know it's nobody's fault, not some of the guys who work there if I'm in a bad mood. Still, the pen was cute: p
I went and I was swallowed up by a girl who had to guess my age, I quickly put in difficulty asking how their service.
She went into a panic, probably no one had ever asked such a thing. Do not look at me even in the eyes, it seemed a question, she and I the student teacher. I almost wanted to reassure her that everything was fine, that question was that I had done so, just to. The
stretch my CV and she takes the pencil and not stress anything. I look at her, pretending nothing, and I see it as astounding.
Yeah, well, there is simply no need for him to say that I am in there are like a boat in a forest.
do not say this with pride, I swear. I'm saying that after all, Holy shit, I am a freelancer. Whatever that means, I have enrolled in a register. I am a freelancer, not customers, but still free to do my job, in fact, my profession. Free, with a right that I gained studying, and I would like to exercise my right.
She asks me why I turned to them, I said that primarily, of course, to look for jobs related to my profession. Secondly, I said, everything is fine with me, I will choose. I do not know if you realize that even in a similar situation, where I'm going to give away your ass, I take the trouble to point out that I have to choose. That they will propose. Can I give up everything, fuck, but not my pride.
And I'm peppering this post with profanity, I know, I do not care. Tappatevi consciousness if it is too much for you.
The girl is not much I can do, she says, if you are willing to the stage, I'll keep this. Hold this, what can I say? I entered and I sipped my pain in every way, without discounts.
The best thing is after when he asks me with who is doing my course Rorschach. It informs, takes notes (!), It would be nice to talk about it. I'm not sarcastic.
The straw that broke the camel is when he says with a smile that I can not interpret: "It looks like my resume."
I'm out. And the lump in my throat would burst into tears. And I feel again, with a thousand voices encountered in my life: cry but you do not change things, the tears do not solve anything.
And I feel like a mouse, who wanders in the labyrinth: found a dead end, go back. And try other avenues.
But some roads are bad. I do not know whether to be proud of in life leads to something, but to enter (and exit) from that place, I was morally depressed. The girl, nice for charity, I said it's looking for more salespeople, but I have not scored any experience in this regard.
I have no experience in this regard.
I like fuck or who the fuck should I tell? I am a PROFESSIONAL! And I'm not making distinctions on the merits. Simply, in the world, there are dogs and cats. Just as there are psychologists and - I know - committed. I'm not a contract. I've worked, I am committed, trained, to the psychologist, what they are. And pretend to do this. I
also willing to do anything else, just to reach my goal. But I am a fucking professional, proud to death to be, and are not willing, never, to retract it. I am willing to do whatever work is that when I worked as a secretary in University I started to think, but you see what I'm doing. Never. I know the dignity of work, any work, I would like simply to point out - perhaps only to myself - my identity.
I am what I am. I'm proud of myself, I'm happy, I'm proud of me.
And today I feel like my life is split: 15 I went to a book Order timìbro my staff crying out to 15.30 from an agency for temporary work.
were tears of pride and also a bit scared, because I always throw away the terror of my time. And I'm tired of telling me that all is well, that goes well, there all the time in the world. I'm tired of showing me happy, happy, despite everything. I am: I'm happy in my life, I can certainly complain, but I can not deny that could be better. And I wish I could afford at times, simply to say no, I'm happy. I'm scared to death because I do not know what I'm doing. And I would allow myself the luxury of just crying, not being told to not be sad, things will adjust, I see the negative side of life.
Please, Shut tell me those things. Why I love you and thank you for you're support and sustain, but not stifled my pain, let him vent when there.
Because when it comes to the surface, when something hurts me, when something strikes my pride bleed. Do not cry almost never have a person good or bad always cheerful, positive, but there are certain things that I tear the skin, that strikes me deeply.
Maybe I hurt, I do not know, I do not care.
At least not today, at least not now.
Oggi, tra le tante cose che ho fatto, c'è stata la mia iniziazione alle Agenzie Interinali.
Ho dovuto forzare me stessa, e molto, per entrare.
Say whatever you want, maybe I'm proud, perhaps they are snobs, the fact is that after entering I felt my spirits fall.
I have not even got the pen-gift that they gave me. I would have seriously risked to answer: store them in an orifice of your choice, that pen! But I know it's nobody's fault, not some of the guys who work there if I'm in a bad mood. Still, the pen was cute: p
I went and I was swallowed up by a girl who had to guess my age, I quickly put in difficulty asking how their service.
She went into a panic, probably no one had ever asked such a thing. Do not look at me even in the eyes, it seemed a question, she and I the student teacher. I almost wanted to reassure her that everything was fine, that question was that I had done so, just to. The
stretch my CV and she takes the pencil and not stress anything. I look at her, pretending nothing, and I see it as astounding.
Yeah, well, there is simply no need for him to say that I am in there are like a boat in a forest.
do not say this with pride, I swear. I'm saying that after all, Holy shit, I am a freelancer. Whatever that means, I have enrolled in a register. I am a freelancer, not customers, but still free to do my job, in fact, my profession. Free, with a right that I gained studying, and I would like to exercise my right.
She asks me why I turned to them, I said that primarily, of course, to look for jobs related to my profession. Secondly, I said, everything is fine with me, I will choose. I do not know if you realize that even in a similar situation, where I'm going to give away your ass, I take the trouble to point out that I have to choose. That they will propose. Can I give up everything, fuck, but not my pride.
And I'm peppering this post with profanity, I know, I do not care. Tappatevi consciousness if it is too much for you.
The girl is not much I can do, she says, if you are willing to the stage, I'll keep this. Hold this, what can I say? I entered and I sipped my pain in every way, without discounts.
The best thing is after when he asks me with who is doing my course Rorschach. It informs, takes notes (!), It would be nice to talk about it. I'm not sarcastic.
The straw that broke the camel is when he says with a smile that I can not interpret: "It looks like my resume."
I'm out. And the lump in my throat would burst into tears. And I feel again, with a thousand voices encountered in my life: cry but you do not change things, the tears do not solve anything.
And I feel like a mouse, who wanders in the labyrinth: found a dead end, go back. And try other avenues.
But some roads are bad. I do not know whether to be proud of in life leads to something, but to enter (and exit) from that place, I was morally depressed. The girl, nice for charity, I said it's looking for more salespeople, but I have not scored any experience in this regard.
I have no experience in this regard.
I like fuck or who the fuck should I tell? I am a PROFESSIONAL! And I'm not making distinctions on the merits. Simply, in the world, there are dogs and cats. Just as there are psychologists and - I know - committed. I'm not a contract. I've worked, I am committed, trained, to the psychologist, what they are. And pretend to do this. I
also willing to do anything else, just to reach my goal. But I am a fucking professional, proud to death to be, and are not willing, never, to retract it. I am willing to do whatever work is that when I worked as a secretary in University I started to think, but you see what I'm doing. Never. I know the dignity of work, any work, I would like simply to point out - perhaps only to myself - my identity.
I am what I am. I'm proud of myself, I'm happy, I'm proud of me.
And today I feel like my life is split: 15 I went to a book Order timìbro my staff crying out to 15.30 from an agency for temporary work.
were tears of pride and also a bit scared, because I always throw away the terror of my time. And I'm tired of telling me that all is well, that goes well, there all the time in the world. I'm tired of showing me happy, happy, despite everything. I am: I'm happy in my life, I can certainly complain, but I can not deny that could be better. And I wish I could afford at times, simply to say no, I'm happy. I'm scared to death because I do not know what I'm doing. And I would allow myself the luxury of just crying, not being told to not be sad, things will adjust, I see the negative side of life.
Please, Shut tell me those things. Why I love you and thank you for you're support and sustain, but not stifled my pain, let him vent when there.
Because when it comes to the surface, when something hurts me, when something strikes my pride bleed. Do not cry almost never have a person good or bad always cheerful, positive, but there are certain things that I tear the skin, that strikes me deeply.
Maybe I hurt, I do not know, I do not care.
At least not today, at least not now.
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