We're back to us, after all time ...
you will excuse me, but I had a lot of commitments (and headaches).
Once all formalities, let's move on to more serious.
Holy shit.
and well, yes, let's face it all: I do not like half measures!
Theme of the day, a group of special people, who can not do anything but shine through all our lives and lose their desire to be right about everything (which is simply a dispute over cooked or raw, or theological excursus on the meaning of life): the first class.
All in life happens to witness the disturbing scene of the "kiss academic" (sometimes even in elementary school!) the geek on duty, a figure who seems to live the single study, regardless of piss water balloon waiting for him after school ....
Well, we all know that low popularity is the price of success (especially when it comes to that between the high school, which is sometimes even simple conceit ...): do not underestimate the desire for revenge that will hatch nerds for ever in their lifetime!
When you're little ones and gracilini (never seen a nerd strong and sturdy), you're forced to submit to the rules of the court (such as adult immischierà, seeing that Mario Cazzaniga, back from a 9 in mathematics, surrounded by every foul sewage content in fetid puddles, taking to his heels by Carmelo Benincasa, eleven burly thug, repeating the fourth grade for the third time? Answer: No (1)), but when it comes of age, alas, took over the useless (2) civil codes, criminal, administrative, building maintenance etc etc.
Here falls the ass.
The nerd (now grown, if he survived the beating of Caramel) is a citizen with full right of appeal to the civic sense in any debate ... fuck ... Feel like
to let him know that you do not care if an academic he is right or not on any subject: will not stop until the last word!
The last chance to not become potential Caramel Benincasa?
Let them talk, do some simple nod, do you even pretend that the speech interests ... The talkative and their relentless hunger for "I am never wrong" comes from years of academic kisses, report cards filled with 10 parents waved before the eyes of the left - we usually take more to put his head in the books with the little ones, who knows why - that clears the little guy with a quick "good", while his foolish little head deviate from the TV tuned to the TG3 ... I think the result of all this is a Christian who stands before you, will help to feed a minimum of compassion, and will drop your intentions regarding some fetid puddle ...
Dealing with such people as adults is an experience that would put a strain on anyone ...
And not because we can not stand the yearning for intellectual supremacy of these people ... No, not endure their thirst for wanting to show a moral absolute primacy ...
But they also know them to be human (and therefore fallible) as any other citizen of this blessed-cursed planet earth?
Mah ..
For posterity (3) the judge.
Now excuse me, but I have a bit of pious past: I have to go to discuss racial bias with the progressive medium-duty ... a person graduated with honors, this infallible AND ... My God, how I wish I had eleven years ...
(1) or, better, perhaps the father of Cazzaniga, but it will not, because the child is more cagasotto
(2) When you reveal adverse effects, as some current institutional leaders teach us
(3) I always add this shit, though conscious that the next reader of the blog will be alive among some shine ...
0 comments:
Post a Comment