It 's a bit sinceramene not write and I hope I have lost all my few readers since I abandoned this blog about a year now.
I hope I have given up because I do not feel that someone may read this post or at least someone who knows me can read it.
Like me on my own and speaking little of what surrounds me but sometimes it is probably necessary to get better.
I need someone to explain to me how the world or anything else that sense what's going on around me or, better sense has it or not!?
As usual it is night and not sleeping, my head is no longer a joke, sometimes a bit from 'bother you but it is probably because I do not sleep enough, but what can I do if I can not?!?
Anyway, back to us, popular culture is full of unfamiliar faces that say: "After what happened I knew many things," "what happened to me has changed my life," from that day are a new man "and I sincerely, as I believe the majority of telerimbambiti like me, believe it.
This brings me to these musings is the fact that nothing happened to me, no lights on the road to Damascus, no veil pulled up and no epiphany of reality as it really is. It 'was like coming home for two weeks in the summer and finding the same as leaving Bolzano com before me, shaped piece of cardboard in the box of the giant puzzle of reality I resumed my position left empty by my "departure". feel the same as before as if nothing had happened, no changes are the usual time wasters of all time with the usual table of the usual moral priorities sometimes shaky and the usual hyper-night activity.
This is an appeal to those who do not read this post: what does it mean for you?!?
I hope I have given up because I do not feel that someone may read this post or at least someone who knows me can read it.
Like me on my own and speaking little of what surrounds me but sometimes it is probably necessary to get better.
I need someone to explain to me how the world or anything else that sense what's going on around me or, better sense has it or not!?
As usual it is night and not sleeping, my head is no longer a joke, sometimes a bit from 'bother you but it is probably because I do not sleep enough, but what can I do if I can not?!?
Anyway, back to us, popular culture is full of unfamiliar faces that say: "After what happened I knew many things," "what happened to me has changed my life," from that day are a new man "and I sincerely, as I believe the majority of telerimbambiti like me, believe it.
This brings me to these musings is the fact that nothing happened to me, no lights on the road to Damascus, no veil pulled up and no epiphany of reality as it really is. It 'was like coming home for two weeks in the summer and finding the same as leaving Bolzano com before me, shaped piece of cardboard in the box of the giant puzzle of reality I resumed my position left empty by my "departure". feel the same as before as if nothing had happened, no changes are the usual time wasters of all time with the usual table of the usual moral priorities sometimes shaky and the usual hyper-night activity.
This is an appeal to those who do not read this post: what does it mean for you?!?
