On the way back
Today as I walked from work to home, I decided not to listen to my music for quite a long hike. I did well.
*****
Made somewhere in the Village on Ste-Catherine, I heard a gay man recently became single share his feelings a friend on his cell:
"Oh, I am there! So good! I'm good! I do what I want with my time. I am accountable to anyone! "
Oh, is not it, that's the definition of happiness: having accountable to anyone. I have no one to worry that nobody cares about me, it will Calisse, everyone is happy! Wow!
The guy had that tone that means but it sure feels first and foremost motivated by a desire to convince - Not the speaker, of course, but himself. This tone tells everyone: look pathetic as trying to convince me! There was nothing authentic bachelor who, in turn, would never dream of it screaming in the street, who would be satisfied to such an extent that no thinking about it even. It was not the man he hoped to be, obviously.
I should dock type, at the pace the rest very nice, and he started: "Who do you wrong? "I decided to keep my thoughts to myself.
***** A little later, while I was crossing the overpass above the train station, I Cross another type, who also spoke on his cell: "Then there I told him: 'You, there, Fuck!" He added, as a commentary on his narrative "of Ostia tabarnac! "
At that point, I should respond to express my sympathy to his story: "Criss Fuck! "I also kept my thoughts to myself.
*****
The first guy I had crossed was so convinced of the omnipotence of language that was enough, would have said, he utters these words to it feels really good. The second type was so convinced of the impotence of language than he seemed not even need to use words.
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