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Solitude of Prime Numbers

I feel like a rookie. The onset at school, joined the company, the beginning of a new job, bought the shoe after a month of savings, the first date with a guy you like. This prime haunt us in life: all events raises stabilizers during which the mind is crowded a thousand doubts, questions, fears.
This is my first day on the blog . The first question: what to write? The second: what is this for me blog? The third: why I let myself be persuaded by those snakes that by hook or by crook I have driven on many fronts to make this experience even using the most vicious weapon that can exist for any human ego developed more than the standard to which we stick on average? The lure. You're funny, ironic, contemptuous enough, sharp, shrewd ... worse than the sirens!
used to reading some of which, to my surprise, day after day, I am passionate about (the names do not reveal them even under torture), where I learned to know, through words, excerpts from the experience of strangers and I are delighted, sometimes amused, to comment, suggest, provoke, now I am faced this container to be filled with random thoughts, fragments of life that I put before myself and the world in a deeper way, almost analytically. We are no longer used to know people by the words we prefer an aesthetic, a dress, an attitude, a look, that quid that attracts or repels us. The world we are all like electromagnetic charges?
Yet, every day, each in their own city, we come inevitably in touch with the lives of others. But then the world is a blog of reality? Milan, Paris are the same as my virtual container? The people we know, but even those who do not know ... curious about their lives there, what they do, what they were, what have become, because we meet exactly at that time. We are to ask who is our neighbor on the subway, the guy who sits across the table while we eat lunch in the elegant middle-aged blond woman who was waiting as we take away the Japanese , the couple sitting on the bench park, the distinguished man in his pinstripe we rub up against in the downtown. Moreover, the dynamics of falling beginning in this way. The other day my friend Angelique was at the supermarket. Always distracted and running, literally collides with a guy, the kind that just thank the heavens you have made your way. A glance, a smile, a wink and a bit 'of self-satisfaction that never hurts. Word after word are gone ... to the case, look in the basket and the revelation: the things you understand a person looking into the shopping cart. A phone number ... and you're done. In the virtual world would be different?