Friday, July 23, 2010

Temptations

Temptations are everywhere, and can take any shape. And they are fast. You may run, but they will get you. There is no point in running. The art is to walk slow, even if in the opposite direction, as to keep the little nagging dwarf inside one that is our conscience at bay. That dwarf is the small part that will always feel bad when all the other parts feel good. The one that others should have. The one that is awake when we know we can get caught.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Domesticated

I am spiritually docile cattle, mentally weak. War, hunger, the environment... Those things don´t concern me. All I care about is whether I can afford the accessories that will define me as a human being, those that will allow me to belong. I care about the items that will help me express who I am to the world. I want to blow on a vuvuzela. The insufferable noise coming from it shall help me yell at this sedated world we live in: "I am here"...

Lying

You got married, but I never got the invitation to the wedding. At first, I felt betrayed. We have known each other for so long. How could you do this? I complained about it, and you said that you sent me an email. That you told me and it was you the one offended at me. Why? Because you sent me an email asking me to come and for my new address, so that you could send me the formal invitation.

Thank you. Thank you for having the decency of lying to me.

I couldn´t do less. I pretended to believe you. Deep inside, I was happy that you cared enough about me to lie.



I appreciate it. We all do...

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Mid-Year Performance Review


Today, I had my mid-year performance review. What a pathetic display of selfishness masked by that holier-than-thou attitude. It makes no sense at all to bring someone to present his achievements of the first part of the year, only to agree with him where it is necessary and provide "constructive" feedback to balance the discussion. 






Nothing would have made me happier than having a shaving blade and using it. The ridiculously careful combination of compliments with advice almost made me vomit. And to think another one is just around the corner... Does this make me a more capable Homo Sapiens? I think that, under the circumstances, I managed fairly well. Still, this could have been settled by fighting. Really fighting. Punching the lights out of your opponent should be the ultimate sign of dominance. Next time, I may test their manhood by spitting at them for any "area of opportunity" they point out. Slapping them for any advice for improvement. This is supposed to be a jungle, not a kindergarten playground. Life is so different from how it should be...

Is this essential to our survival?

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Perceptions










"You would think I am thin, if you didn't see me or knew my weight".

- Ruestrasse