The truth of (my) life
In these days I'm realizing some things. For example:
1) actually suffer from Peter Pan syndrome. When I see 35 year old and all the people who have more years of them doing things that I consider to be in their twenties (dancing, for example. Firing 4 cocktails in the evening, to name another) I think: My God, how many years but I am old rincitrullito believe they have?! But go home and see you Throw the moon!
2) I am a person full of prejudices, and item 1 of this post is proof.
3) I can not give me a reason that a person is 40 years young. For me it is not. Excuse me. My grandmother is 90 years, why should I consider a largely young forties, but I can not. And the idea that in just five years to cross the threshold of 30, I get a panic attack.
4) Things are more beautiful than they are useless. I have to stop filling the closets of jackets, vests, coats, dust coats, winter coats. Why always so in the end I buy the wrong one. But now it is planted in my brain the image of the short-sleeved leather jacket Zara and I feel that if I did not come my urticaria. In fact I have also tried, which gave then a jacket imprinting such that I can not live without it. I feel it.
5) I can never avoid this suicidal mania to try any head (useless) I like it. If at least I tried I could not shelter behind the excuse of: while I was sick.
6) Although I do not gain a pound or euro, whatever you want, I do not even have the decency to want to stop stuffing clothes and shoes.
7) I am not able to avoid figures of shit. For example: write a humorous side to someone while you are dancing, bounce back, slip on the heel 12, to fall on my ass and get up as if nothing had happened. All in the space of a minute and also with local and crowded all around me. Fortunately, those are just a 40-year old who does not break at all. They will be the fourth mojito that have drained over 15 minutes?
8) I can always save for a corner before you say the wrong thing to the wrong person. Luckily I am good to use euphemisms, and last night talking to a stranger I could not define his peers 40-year old. Fortunately, as I spoke I had the decency to ask if he had not made the fateful door. He understood which road was dangerous slipping and elegant wealthy trader offered me a foothold, said: "Luckily I only have 34 years." Luckily I did not say what I thought: Sticazzi, bring them real bad!
9) I am a sarcastic and ironic. And I hope that my (self-) irony can always save me or at least keep me afloat.
10) (Just to round numbers) I already said I want the jacket nappa Zara?!
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