Bluntville Blunt Wraps

loss, suffering and the rules of performance and reflection

It 'just happened Tuesday night, but I think a month has passed. Perhaps because these days I've done a lot of things.
's funny how a loss like this changes the sense of time. The thoughts go round and round like a motot about to seize. Do you expect that the whole world, even the flow of the day and night to compartecipino thing.
But you leave the house, waiting for the bus and you realize that the world, quite obvious, is not nothing cambiagto. Trams run, people go to work.
And everybody goes on in its activities. You know that there is someone, someone very dear to you, you will not do more, but all they do. Including you.
See the girl who often before you start, because you know that for a while will not have occasion. Maybe I'll even do the 'love. Everything goes, everything goes on. Although sansazione you have is that everyone should stop, and cry a little 'with you.
's strange to see how each deals with the suffering in differently. Who cries every three to two and those who can not help but make jokes macabre (the latter being me).
People think that maybe you do not care, that the loss will pass over, that basically you were not so sad, so sad. Just because the tears stubbornly refuse to get a ride from eyes to chin. But it is not. Every laugh, every joke is a tear. And I'm sorry for those who can not understand it. It 's so I face the pain, do not know any other way than this.
And that annoyance, in truth, give me too many tears. L 'impression I have is that often have a way to piss away the pain from his eyes.
The same difference that there is one who pisses after any media and who expects to be home after a couple of liters of blond, to piss off all together, quietly, in his bathroom, and doing things her going.
also because there are two roles in this case: either cry or consoles. Who weeps not any consolation. So better to let those who weep and cry to try to do well the role of those consoles, so even if you do not comfort anyone.
are just different rules for display of emotions.