and forgotten.
Two years ago I had the " ideota " to open a blog and started writing nonsense here. I never imagined so many people know, now adored and loved here, hello boys. No I've posted, every time I have more in oblivion to my blog. There were tired
changes since I stopped writing . I thought a lot in this space but virtually take more than a month without visiting: change the name, purpose, my nickname mud, design, use only one theme in all post: / staff / cinephile / chistosón / cábula / intenso-azotado/México DF / whiner / prentencioso / diseñísitco prof / Gadgetero. But why, my blog has all these labels, and although each time I find it harder to post because many of those readers and have virtual face and what a shame, farewell amigueril balconea pseudo anonymity. Reach the conclusion that I do not want to unify their line, which is of chile, mole, and pozole. And definitely not will close.
few weeks ago was my birthday and I went into crisis. Whenever I go into crisis. I suffer from my eleven years with the arrival of another year. First child would not leave after puberty and then adolescence. The fact is that "it bag" to move forward. And excuse me women of thirty, but I have told me terrible things about those dollars and less lively feel of accompany (not altered, as I said at seventeen those of twenty "and go to work and how ugly is it, enjoy the university") - Just kidding! -. I hate all the negative things people say about the third decade, so in theory we should be-own-craving. What really worries me age is the loss of the sense of wonder.
somewhat silly example: I went to the concert of Placebo of and Depeche Mode . Both are my favorite bands. In both the seen before. Something changed, the concerts me excited , the company could not be better ... but it was not the same as in years ago. It reminds me quella theory Kundera, where he speaks of repetition. A man tells the first woman in his life for the first time "I love you" and no doubt the authenticity of their feelings. It's touching. But if that same man says to the twenty-sixth woman in his life for the twenty-third time, "I love you" is simply ridiculous, though his love is so true and intense as the first.
Will as time goes on everything becomes familiar territory?.
pavorconvertirme I'm in a movie than to see so many times that even my favorite, get bored and the only feeling I wake up is the nostalgia ... or worse boredom.
Recent four years of my life were like a kind of anesthesia, which I just waking up. Continuously I kept saying to myself, places, people, situations. I recently remembered what it was a decade ago. Although it did not know well which way to go, always had a kind of signs indicating the route: preparatorianos year, quarter over quarter in the race. Finish college and then do social service, the first steps work, the first major work, the challenges overcome. So the fact they have worked on the same site more than three years, seems to indicate that you must end the cycle. I do not know what to do or where to move, there are no road signs, but fog: uncertainty. A fortnight ago I changed my chamba facilities. And somehow it meanings, I represents full circle. It's silly, it's just a place, a space. Rumor maybe even leave ( we ) to work there, still do not know. I do not worry as this post. I do not want to be afraid to change, grow, grow old. Resigned to the monotony and homesickness. A melancholy and the past.
is time to look for these new experiences they can return to shake the foundations of this ancient construction. Let's see, what I need to do, and having the courage and opportunity to carry out?. The list is so long.
