Usual sunday. Bad weather and nothing to do. Want to go out, but everybody`s sleeping. Prisoners of their own living-rooms. Stucked on magnet sofas. Rolled on extremely ugly robes, taking a nap, in front of the TV. Since is sunday, no mood to study either. So, I surrender to the mass behaviour.
Since I`ve nothing else to do, I start thinking (thing I am not used to do). I believe it is a dangerous activity. Specially when you don`t have a life insurance. Who will support your five legitimate kids, the two illegitimate, your wife to the eyes of God and the other one that only exists to your eyes. And don`t forget your mother-in-law. She would keep telling you, until eternity, about how you shouldn`t have thought so much (after an entire life telling you every second that you weren`t smart enough).
When I think, I do not come up with smart things. Because like everything in life, to do it really well, you need practice. But I`m trying, with such an effort. Jeopardizing my fragile existence. So, please, support me in this.
I think...
...that...
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