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learned helplessness

Learned helplessness.

One of the key objectives the human being is to get power.
We have two kinds of power. On the one hand, in its conventional meaning, the power that a person achieves in the political, economic, or other people.
On the other hand, the power meaning a lot more sophisticated, the power in the sense of having control over one's life, of owning yourself.
In this post I refer exclusively to this second type of power: that an individual has about himself, because: "He who overcomes others has force, who conquers himself is stronger still," says Lao Tse.
fundamental requirement for achieving this kind of power is the feeling that we have control over our circumstances, the belief that our will is effective against adversity.
is here where the greatest threat to the fragile human being: the learned helplessness.
Learned helplessness is a psychological trait which an individual believes that it has no control over their own lives.
In the normal course of life, the individual deemed to exercise at least some control over their lives.
However, sometimes, hope sinks. This is learned based on deception, given that "hope has as many lives as a cat, but no more" (Henry Longfellow ). Unrewarded effort leads to learned helplessness, the feeling of helplessness, the belief that whatever we do nothing will change. And when we are not architects of our own destiny, we are no north, shedding the meaning of life as a sugar. Is this the origin of many depressions.

The experiment that gave rise to the term "learned helplessness."

The experiment described below is well known. I extract from the book "The Power of Optimism" by Luis Rojas Marcos .
scientist Martin Seligman conducted an experiment in which he submitted to stressful situations in dogs divided two groups. The first group of dogs is locked in a cage. In this cage, every few seconds they received an electric shock, without any chance of avoiding it. The second group of dogs is locked in another cage. It suffered the same shock dogs confined to the first group. But there was one difference: this second group of dogs could escape from the cage and avoid the shock by pushing a lever with his nose.
Subsequently, all dogs, the first group and second, they were locked in a cage also electrified, but that could easily escape by jumping a small wall. Here's the key moment of the experiment: dogs in the first part of the experiment had control over the situation and were able to escape the cage, jumped the wall and easily escaped. By contrast, dogs in the first part of the experiment were unable to escape, remained inert. They learn Dido to feel helpless, and thus, in post of adversity, not considering the possibility of controlling their fate. They remembered what happened in the first test, assuming that their answers would not work at all, so, why try?

Conclusion.

This experiment is perfectly transferable to the behavior of humans. Ie, that reason makes no difference. On the contrary, man learned helplessness even more havoc on our ability to predict the future, double-edged sword.

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One of the best bits of the Bible, to my taste.

is read at many weddings, but is valid for all types of love (friendship, love, maternal love, erotic ...).
I read recently that in Western countries between thirty and fifty percent of marriages break up. Maybe it's because these loves do not meet several requirements that arise in the text.
Valid to reflect both believers and unbelievers:

Letter of Paul to the Corinthians (1 Corinthians 13: 1-8)

"Yes, speaking tongues of men and of angels, I have no love I am become as sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal.
And if having the gift of prophecy and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and so much faith to remove mountains, if I have no love I am nothing.
And if I give all I possess and surrender my body to the fire, having no love, I gain nothing.
Love is longsuffering and kind; does not envy, it does not boast, it swells, it is not rude, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil, does not rejoice in iniquity, rejoices in the truth, all excuse, always trusts, always hopes, endures all things.

Love never falls, the prophecies away, tongues will cease, science will vanish. "

These then are the requirements of love

• forbearance (meaning mercy, generosity, kindness),
• absence of envy,
• humility, courtesy
• ,
• patience
• sadness at the injustice and joy to the truth,
• understanding
• hope
• tolerance
• record.

"Many requirements? Yes, but at least try to meet as many of them all.

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Che, Lelaina and Cat Fight

was going to study but hey, not anymore. What matter if the book says that my last exam date has been on the seventeenth of twelve, two thousand seven. And that note was up right there. Enough of Bilardo. The only Bilardo will accept and will apply from now on will be psychological. How is the hand with that? I asked the Messenger. I say, is when psychological Bilardo you feel bad and go right to get drunk or take a room or take with strangers. What matters is winning that immediate pleasure but then worse. Menotti psychoanalysis would say, for years.
was going to study but not now. It was everything. It has traveled, has been a well-known British singer, has seen the statue of Che, has seen the ocean and seafood restaurants Piriápolis. Have been cities and beautiful people. Have been old friends and made new ones. It has been hypothesized in Portuguese and English is spoken, and has tried to learn French but has not been possible. We have worked and have chatted on the job and has saved some little money. Has been read, Oh my, how was read. Did you read fifty books this year? No, of course not. Did you read fifty books in total, in your life? Yes, yes, of course. Well actually I do not know actually. Does Little Women and Sidney Sheldon? Does Isabel Allende? Does Dolores Fancy? Does finally Enzo Traverso, Hannah Arendt and all those theorists of totalitarianism? Well. So if you have read and learned and has suffered tremendously because of bad teachers and people who are better than one. The other night I crossed it to that girl, so thin, so high for the love of God, as with straight hair, with that stunning mini-dress, with that bag is Prune but still has a lot of wave, and the sweet little, everything. He said he was making a fair designs themselves, and invited me but I dare not go. What boluda think all clear how easy it is cute and has money and if you want designer makes and sells her friends. But no, but nothing to do, the girl is a designer and produces beautiful things and also examines a career that is not right nor is it management or psychology, and has a high average and soon just going to have a scholarship and is CIUNT well deserved. I remember she came that day to take the exam that I disapprove, talked, went out and approved, said it was not difficult, he invited some gum and went to the house to take tea. You know what the worst of all, have opinions. Has own opinions that clearly formed. What a bore it as perfect as can be. Anyway. It suffered a little, by the existence of these people, but also enjoyed knowing that they exist and can be friends. Not read fifty books, of course not, but came not to ask any old asshole and did not have to be ashamed of my response.
was going to study but I have no desire. I have wanted to think about silly things, to say that I'm going to link to the northern market or that I'm going to do guerrilla for having seen the film in Cuba, Argentina and forget it all within five minutes. I have wanted to take a nap and wake up but do not get out of bed, grab a book, a book by a Brazilian who speaks of their domestic workers who used the word puerile in his words, a book by a chabón speaking of his friends all junkies, a book of Freud, very bored and quit after ten minutes without understanding a damn thing.
balance, I dunno, it seems that I did nothing. I received or got married or got pregnant and I did the thesis or moved or changed my style or lost weight and I paid absolutely no regard. Just a few days so my mom asked me again what I do with my life, and if I'm going to continue in that office forever and if I'm going to teach and if I'm getting married and if I get something to the state. If I were as this girl named Winona in a movie that is not this to which I refer is called Lelaina and it was great, if I were like the character that makes this girl actress in this film psychiatric say, as she does, I plan writing. Surely instead talk about the scholarships and the title and job offers that do not exist, ultimately I will invent a whole life, a solid future.
not plan to study. Shit. I plan to be at home, go out, watch some movies, download all the seasons of Gilmore Girls to have them always at hand now that no longer exist in Warner. I plan to do what I paint, not what you paint. I plan to stay here, enjoy the air conditioning and cookies. Glide write but do not have to be sad for it. I plan to write about my aunts and the things I see on TV and on the eight glitter lipstick you just bought, the colors are chocolate, coral, pink verging on red, red cid blue, pink shooting purple, tan, pale pink and a transparent glitter. Of my cousins \u200b\u200blearn a lot of things, they say no, do not buy cheap lipsticks are made in China and contain lead and then give you cancer as contraceptives, buy lancome not be silly, you worth it. But what a hell, if I have the lip like a blister and all skinned. Besides I love because it comes in a box of very precious glass pseudo compact whole. It seems
I did nothing and it is almost time for the truth. But no matter. Let's be optimistic. It is likely that the two thousand and eight is like the long nineteenth century, nothing happens but everything is going to happen, countries are ranked, armed peace is all cooked, raging thoughts and the world, the world trembles because he knows that the peace can not last forever. The two thousand and eight seems at first glance a very large amount of hours in the messenger, long naps, drink beer, trivial conversations, fights that were not in remerita and glitter and evening in the middle doing nothing. The bomb never exploded and no longer has the urge. Lethargy is important but too much is approaching and eventually will have to take over defined. The short twentieth century came after century, and was full of characters and too terrible events that had been planned earlier and which was already impossible to disengage. I'm afraid I have but just anxious for the two thousand nine. It is possible that it opens with the equivalent (which does not know what would be) of the First World War.

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Let's go back to fiction.

Fleetwood Block Party Song

_Mamá. Pasame.
_Tomá. Jóse bring you some bread.
_Mirá why madness.
_Que thing.
_Yes, bring me, if it is not hard now.
_This is an outrage. This is the verge of pornography. _No
not more than pornography, it's like.
_Yes, yes. _As
say.
assumption felt. _As
reads as children. Is there mayonnaise?
_No. What of the children. _This
horrible bread.
_Pedofilia.
_Pedofilia, that. _Y
not buy you good. _Yo
do not I'm blaming anything. Just say it's horrible bread. _
disguised Is Willy Wonka?
_Que horror. Change. _Yo
I'm going to buy bread.
_Cambiá that do me the favor. _Por
you rose from the table.
_Me I'm going to buy bread. _
do you think you wake up in the middle of the only food that you can do with your family?
_Ese hat reminds me that we had made to dance in fifth, do you remember you.
_No.
_Son two minutes, I, I buy, I come.
_The car will not take it away.
_Uno mom had made me, all in velvet.
_Voy and come. _Vos
you remember Mom. Hat. _Y
as I'm going to remember if I stayed until four o'clock in the morning with the liner. What you thrashing with both eyes.
_Nada.
_Yo always tell you the truth you thrashing with both eyes.
_Ya come.
_If you do not ever go back. You're going to eat at the corner directly. Che _Ay
what need. _Vos
not mess.
_Bueno ready and without bread. Already.
_Y if eaten without bread that you will not die. _The
truth.
_Que.
_Mirá that. It sucks.
_Cambiá once.
_To, so I want to see. This couple just. _Y
as they had the hat.
_Bueno got the frame and lined with velvet on the outside, and inside with satin. _
Where is he?
_Che this is good.
_Gracias. I dunno, must be drawn somewhere. As you pull everything. At the bottom fijate.
_Igual must be unclean do not know what I want. _This
this exquisite, not good, exquisite. _This
undercooked meat.
_ Would you wear it a while longer in the oven?
_Dejá, I like the edges. _de
remember, that I, to have it, I could hang in my room.
_Que amazing what this guy dancing. And what a nice guy he is. Laurita Fijate open if another gas.
_Lástima that is so fucking. _No
talk like che.
_Ay mom but if you re fucking.
_Yo Do not think this guy is gay.
_Yes is.
_Yes is. _Yo
not understand why so judge without knowing.
_Pero we are not judging, he says he's gay.
_Yes he said.
_Pobrecito. So cute kid.
_Pero what's so poor, he is well, has a boyfriend and everything.
_Y seems that home.
_Ay're kidding me.
raise _Ayudame Laurita. Pass me that dish.
_Yes married. Next year it seems. _No
I can not believe you. Jóse did not eat anything. _Y
okay, do not you believe it.
_Te full of gas. Then you do not want to see pecking at four in the afternoon. _To
me is perfect, if he wants to marry, to marry. Tomá. _
Perfect? All meat left Romi. _This
undercooked told you. _A
me the truth does not seem perfect. I think that's perfect. They see the creatures on television, wondering, Mom, what happens to this man is married to another man. _Y
good. _Y
good thing. And I want to see when you your children.
_Yo I'm not having children. And I very much like to marry if he wants to marry and be gay if you want to be gay.
_Mira you, you think very well. Well look, I'll tell you one thing.
_ Are there dessert? Q: If you
selo you want to be lesbian, but here do not you dare get me a girlfriend.
_Ay Mummy I'm not a lesbian, I just say that if he wants to marry, what's wrong, she gets married.
_Me go to bed at a touch.
_Aparte forget, because I'll be announcing that I want grandchildren. So it is better that everyone has two or three guys. You look well.
_Nada.
_Que lack of any really do not understand. Stop whizzed eyes.
_ Are there dessert?

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As he shut the door put sunglasses and looked left and right with nervousness. However, for a moment, almost relaxed. It was impossible that any of his acquaintances were walking at that time for that neighborhood. He walked very fast to turn the corner and climbed into the car. In front of the mirror, touched up bangs and lipstick. Conducted fifteen minutes without traffic streets Sunday nap. Pressed the pedal with care: still shaking legs and could not afford to lose control. Since the limit was enough.

knew it was too late to turn back, to say nothing happened here, to repent and feel guilty. He also knew, as a condemned man knows that his absence would not go unpunished. I knew that the explosion of the atomic bomb, the fall of the weak house of cards was just a matter of time. I was going to be a failure, a mistake, a forgotten umbrella, a clear text message, an hour late.

was not difficult to find a parking spot, and went to the supermarket on foot at full speed, in contrast to the pace seemed to take the rest of the people. Tuna eggs milk unsalted crackers. I had the list. It used to be very organized to make it in the order in which items were arranged on the shelves. I did not know improvise purchase and grab things without rhyme or reason. Canned corn potatoes chicken burgers for the guys legs. I knew the unspoken agreement of silence was important, but not worried so much that they discover the lie, nor the consequences that might bring. Not even despair the idea of \u200b\u200bdivorce, scandal family, judging from his mother, the children crying in the stairwell. The most terrible, most unforgivable of all, was what we could not change, although no one knew. The idea itself was what is broken, it would not fix.

while standing in line for the box, paraded through his mind characters who detested. Michael Corleone, Daniel Plainview, Scarlett O'Hara, Dr. House himself. What most bothered them was that despite the damage they did, despite their delusions, their miseries, their treachery, they were not really bad people. They were just people, acting coolly and pragmatically different situations. I was scared just thinking I could take something from them. Discussed between good and evil, he knew, like all the difference. He wondered if he could go down, lying, falling increasingly under for something that basically was not worth it, or whether to choose the tranquility and transparency of what he knew, what he did well.

course. How peaceful, how easy it used to be around when nothing happened. But now, how to live again without feeling the chest on the verge of bursting, tears and laughter always ready to jump, the legs were shaking just close the door. The pleasure and fun trivia quite often appear as dispensable, in which the cost-benefit is always negative. Maybe so, is true. It was obvious that so much blame does not lie and brought him nothing more than a little sex and laughter with someone who really did not want much. The pleasure is underestimated, he thought. It was difficult, but necessary, accept, accept that it was so good and embrace his Michael Corleone, can lie without blinking, if only for a good time to change.

paid by credit card and came out in the heat of the siesta.

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Every city has a Colonial Hotel and this was no exception. And so, after completing some pies in the only tavern we found open at that hour of the night, we walked along the bottom of the center to see the pink neon sign. I knew and two colonial hotels: one had gone with my father for almost twenty years. We had to catch a plane the next day, and he decided that we stay at the airport overnight. The other had gone with an old boyfriend, for three nights. We were so bad that it did not do anything together. The left, dinner or visiting friends, and I stayed almost all day in the rented room, reading magazines or watching television. We did not have sex. We parted ways after returning from the trip.

This Hotel Colonial, however, had nothing to do with any of the foregoing. The neon sign was grotesque and unpromising. It was a three-story building, no elevator, no balconies and exterior paint peeling everywhere. We came to the door and walking without any sign indicating that we were a couple. We held hands and hugged us, and our shoulders were not even playing, as if barbed wire between the two bodies. In this state of affairs we stopped at the hall, dead of cold and urgency, without having agreed at any time that we would enter there. A glass with two holes separated the receptionist guests arrived. It was a pretty cute fifties and overweight, with the permanent one for a long time and his face covered with makeup purchased by catalog. The space was minimal and appeared to be reduced to every moment. The crimson walls and posters (one of them showed the Coca Sarli, the other a matador and his victim) was a bit disturbing, but did agree to any Almodovar film, which was comforting somehow. In any case, this Colonial Hotel was far from pretending to be a family lodge or one of those places for travelers, clean and personality. On another occasion, we would discuss long hours, chat, whether or not a telo. I said yes. He did not.

_Serían thirty-five. _Dijo Women with disdain, as if he sold one hundred grams of assorted cold cuts.

He opened his wallet and pulled out a twenty, a ten and a two pesos.

_ Do you have three dollars? _ I asked a lot of shame, and to my expression was quick to clarify. _It I have no change.

_Yes, yeah, right. _Me Had to take wool gloves to search my pockets. _Tomá, Here I have five.

_Gracias. _Recibió Paid the bill and thirty-five dollars with all the love in the world with the same attitude that a wealthy young New York buys a diamond ring for his girlfriend. I, knowing this, should have changed his mind and come running, but I did not. One key was given and we went into the hallway and then to the ladder, climbed once again, silently and without any physical contact. We entered the room. The walls were magenta and gray carpet was very worn. Moreover, a special bed with nothing and two tables light not quite equal. I stood at the door, as he pulled the shoes and the clock.

_ All right?

_Yes. "You?

_Bien, a little tired. Do you mind if I take a shower?

_Claro not.

went into the bathroom was tiny and I, bored and anxious at the same time, I began to check his backpack, perhaps in search of cigarettes. Inside the book, a photo of your dog and two of his girlfriend, a simple and gentle girl who loved him peacefully. Not a single cigarette.

I took off my coat and boots I sat on the bed and covered myself with a little blanket. How difficult will this be after all this time, I thought as I expected. I hated the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving to wait to sleep with him. I should have gone into the bathroom first, what boluda.

When he left was wearing a gray boxer and a black shirt and knew him. I remembered his body and realized I was not going to be difficult after all. And that I never gave much importance to the good backs. _No

underestimate anywhere. You do not know what good water pressure.

was nervous and I relaxed. Someone had to handle the situation, and finally we both knew it would be me, at least the first few minutes.

_Vení.

His ears had an aftertaste of soap and I liked it. A neat and well mannered boy. Sex was not a matter of practice among us, had always been especially good. I think it was the lack of intellectual squeamishness which helped. No need to mask or leave something for later. It was simple, hearty and delicious as a kilo of ice cream or a bowl of noodles with sauce slump to six in the morning. There was no possible fatigue. Before going to sleep for a while, I remember talking about the columns and beams, and how it was mathematically possible that the building was standing. I had fun.

I opened my eyes just in time for complications. _In

three hours will you have to go. _Me Said with a hint of melancholy and added: _Y Heaven knows if we'll see us.

How I hated him then. What need had to go out with that.

_make few years said the same thing. And here we are.

_ What does that mean? _It Sat on the bed and touched my hair. His torso is worth mentioning, including repeated.

_Que here we are.

_Ah. _It Was a comforting silence during which I almost fall asleep again. _ Where you is that it works? _In

office. "You?

_También. We can chat if you want.

_Bueno.

_Anotame your address later, do not forget. _Me Said, and spent the next few minutes to give me kisses. _Te I love. _Añadió, And I did not mind answering.

_Yo too. _Never

whom you respect you leave. I would give anything to be with you.

I laughed. Of nerves, of course.

I wanted to say something appropriate, but luckily he fell asleep before.

I tried to do the same, but could not. I woke up at quarter to nine, to say goodbye properly. After we got dressed and locked the room. He insisted on accompanying me to breakfast, but I was late and decided to take a taxi in front of the Hotel Colonial. It was a beautiful day. I hugged and kissed him without scruples, just narcissism. Traveling in the car the streets of the city known he was leaving, I realized that while it exists, someone will always be for the girl to be, love means impossible that we all have.

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At seven o'clock in the afternoon, after hanging up the handset, Lucia looked at white hands to check the status of red nail polish still fresh, but this was perfect. Her mood could be described as a balanced mix between calm and controlled euphoria satisfactory. Andrew had called again. It was the third time in four days. A Lucia liked to tell her friends who had trouble falling in love, despite the suitors seemed drop you from heaven. This time, however, had to admit that the situation was different. Andrew really interested him and soon he could no longer hide. It was her next boyfriend, they both knew.

He went to the balcony of his room and lit a cigarette without thinking about anything, watching the cars run by the Avenida del Libertador. After five years of study, finally have a long vacation. Was a month still to reach her law degree from Southern University, and his father had agreed to that month was taken to rest. The promised gift had arrived: the next day had to go to get his passage to Europe. He had been there a couple of times before, but first go alone. He had already talked to her friends English and English that he had met in Punta del Este. Be found all in Barcelona. Lucia thought that city, which was more imagined than real photos. April was an ideal month to be. No place was too crowded and the weather was great. Not to mention the Primavera Sound, with all those bands that sounded each morning in his i-pod.

A breeze began to blow at the height of his tenth floor and Lucy decided to enter. I had to swim for eating out. He paused to look in the full-length mirror.

She no longer surprised, of course, but people just knew it did not stop it. It was normal for everyone to look at her when he went to a place or are simply wrong. It could be for his curly red hair, its exotic features, skin almost transparent or her figure, tall and smooth. Lucy was very proud of, and may be a model or just wife, had studied and become a lawyer. A beautiful and intelligent lawyer of twenty years. He chose a black dress trimmed with green satin shoes, Miu Miu and wrapped Mischka Satin. A compact pouch Cacharel and a few drops of Issey Miyake after bath salts would complete a set for success.

As he undressed he could not help but smile. Everything around him seemed to say: get ready, because it is about to begin the best time of your life.

looked at his watch: half past seven. The facial tumor, which grew quietly for months under his right cheek, begin to be noticed three hours later.

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The text has nine pages and is played and posed, almost floating above each of the twenty banks. Particularly noteworthy of these versions, more detailed and meticulous than the rest. It has multiple brands, subtitles, pink with yellow central ideas, dates, orange, green names. He also made brief annotations with pencil.

The author, whose name was Wood, an American or English, and that means that each sentence will be short and concise, and each paragraph will have a remarkable internal cohesion as well as spun perfectly with the previous and next. Ana and Elena, who read the text more than once, they know that. Studied both English and approved international scrutiny, but their knowledge only been applied to reading for pleasure and brief conversations with foreign students, because Europe is not yet known.

The characters are, therefore, three: Elena, Ana and text, but could also include your author. But simplify.

Ana Elena and look, each from its position, each fulfilling their role. They sense, but do not know, certain things that unite them. Some are extremely commonplace, and that fit thirty-six and have put a tapadito gray, others less so, as they like the cold, avoid fried and cry Lost in Tokyo. Others, finally, are difficult to classify. For example, since girls are filled with the head of certain ideas as "you have to be a lawyer" or "you have to leave here." Somewhere on their person, they agree. They are also pretty cute, "such eyes," that little girl hair. " Her beauty and her intelligence were reasons for that men chose. But as there are exceptional, also stopped at times, ugly or stupid. In the case of them all depends on the crystal with which they are viewed.

Elena and Ana live in contradiction, exhaustion, doing fairly well, dividing the time and head, confused, stressed, pulled to the right hand and left. Both remain on the tightrope, splendid and poor, painful and brilliant, opaque and shiny. Mistakes were too lenient, too easy with someone, sometimes too hard. They nonsense and made things right. Elena and Ana are, therefore, somewhat similar, and perceive. But at this moment each acting according to their role and that role is defined precisely by the third actor: the text. It is Ana who should speak, and does, fine. His tone of voice, cadence, absolute clarity and completeness of the ideas expressed, everything is fine. But not enough. Elena that is not enough. However, sadistic, perverse as a dentist, he leaves end. Thereafter, the watch and with a smile makes a gentle rhetorical questions to confuse, what is the axis? What is the hypothesis? What is the fundamental idea?. After all, its class, is the time, and can do whatever you want. Ana, which has become all the stupid and poor Anne, answers such as, bad, silly and increasingly poorer. Someone says something and something else happens.

Ana Elena looks and knows he did something good. She was the same, complicated simple, it was hard to find a synthesis, it was difficult to make a point of view , and it bothered him so much mark errors. Learned, through experience, now knows it. Gives a final word that sounds like pennies falling on the hat of a blind man playing the flute, you're very smart, Anna, soon you will overcome this.

Ana, meanwhile, look at this other woman is Elena. Feels humiliated and minimal, especially with those scraps of intelligence. Who is she to say? Just gave me some lessons. Want to ask permission and withdraw, or pretend not to care and get to take notes as others, but is frozen, staring at his teacher. Class finally ends and Ana gets a dirty bathroom where mourn. Cries of humiliation, anger and nerves but he knows that above all cries of despair that causes the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving to wait yet a little longer to be so after all wants to be, another learned powerful and awesome, another real bitch.

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The only thing that united all things, which always had been imported, was the method. Knowledge through theory and experience, and adding an intermediate IQ, things basically worked.

had a method for everything. To chop onions to make a bed, to clean the oven, to read faster, to study more less hours to understand guide T, to achieve orgasm, to make new records, to initiate topics of conversation, to dress up to look interesting, nail polish, to get a job, histeriquear, language learning to build good pot, to download subtitles for captioning, to walk sexy, to manipulate the parents to have more friends, to arrange for photocopies to be a good clerk, for a party, to lose weight, to be superficial , to appear superficial, to kiss, so that the noodles do not stick.

had a method for choosing thesis topic, ripe avocados, barber, slippers, glasses, contact lenses, sugar, sweetener, good movies, pens, husband, pictures, books, wok, style, perfume and place to go on vacation.

But there was, or at least so far failed to find a way to llevárserlo to spend the night at home, more than a couple of vulgar phrases, like "would be your porn star" or " 're as good as the sweet milk. "

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The gift of perception I arrived very early, long before I could handle it.

As a child, I needed more items, more things that hilaran to reach hasty conclusions but always true.

One Monday I went to sleep without my dad had returned from his trip.

On Wednesday my mom wore dark glasses to Caroline of Monaco and are not pulled or night.

One Friday, my father took me to lunch to leave Mom and I headed quiet throughout lunch culpable and faces more than forced smiles.

On Saturday I knew I was coming divorce and, in fact, a month later was exactly what happened.

While other children were enjoying their innocent childhood blindness and happy, I could never do at all. Rarely perceived every look, every tone, every little stress for the rest of the world did not exist.

From adolescence, symptoms worsened. And did not need to combine various elements to achieve an outcome in any way inevitable. A delay meant infidelity. A silence meant fight. Two days meant missing final abandonment.

In this situation, and since nothing ever took me by surprise, anyone could say that I would be able to use the gift for me. Able, in a word, pre-empt what would happen and act accordingly. To cheat before they are, leave before I leave, talking before I speak.

However, I could never do it. At the first symptom, rather, a sort of paralysis takes hold of my mental faculties. Not my body, indeed, seems more active than ever. More hours, more pages written more laps runs around the park. Runs faster, by the way, as if physical exhaustion could get rid of the other, the depletion of which only lies when the truth is known and checked finish.

Anything could be the beginning, and I did nothing but let happen, expect the next item. Finally came the trigger, the rope which fit into the neck.

weather was, was the face I had it when I opened the door of his house the day we parted. He had not bathed yet and shoes instead of sandals she had on some old ones. Were these children. Nothing like your face. That was where I said that I wanted more, not bore me. Then I asked to please leave him alone. She kissed me as usual and made me go, but I knew it was the last time he stepped on the house and the neighborhood. The conversation was peaceful, some three hours later.

I am in doubt, with all my love and my desire to not have that feeling of death, that kind of white surf. But peace came when all my suspicions were checked. Nothing tears, because I had cried before, while studying, while running, as I please ask myself that all this was not true and unfortunately I knew.

Much later, today, I passed something similar. The characters are different, the circumstances too. I'm not even answering the same silly smiles and visiting my dad last time he was to leave me. It is not paranoia, I can not handle it. The elements are coming little by little and I know they are there. Once again, I know, I look askance am not able to do anything to change the course of things.

Small Heel Prom Shoes

_Me like a man. And being beautiful, narcissistic gay.

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one.

Augustine was never gay. In fact, since high school, he always had girlfriends or girls that went out or watching films of Woody Allen, while they fell asleep or was later asked how the sex in the same bed. His father was absent or authoritative, and his relationship with his mother was very normal. Baby never wore, nor repressed as overprotective.

However, despite all this, in early March 2006, Augustine fell in love with a man. In fact, that John was a man is at least an exaggeration. Because despite his talent, his deep voice, his experience as a musician and filmmaker, was not then (nor do I believe it is now) much more than a boy-odd feet ten, with sneakers, no facial hair and an attitude pretty childish.

Augustine, beginning the third year of the Bachelor of Media Arts, had been looking for work all summer, and had gotten as an electronics technician for a short film directed by John, but was not hired by him but by a mutual friend, who did not know.

The days passed pretty tedious. Production breakfast in a seedy bar waiting for the actors, who were always late or not forthcoming. Then he went to the set, where hundreds of little things worked more or less or wrong. The cables were never enough, the light was never good, the performances were not convincing anyone. The story, of how little attention Augustine put it, was a girl who lived in an apartment horrible, composed songs, cheating on her boyfriend and took a lot of cocaine.

They had planned to finish in three days, but the week was to be fulfilled and still missing a few scenes. Best, Augustine thought, and he was paid per working day.

The first opportunity to speak was Thursday. Augustine was the first to arrive, and eight in the morning and sat on the bar as usual in front of a coffee and two croissants too small. John arrived at eight-thirty, with a huge backpack on his shoulders and his girlfriend perfect hand.

_Hola. _Dijo As he pulled the bag and sat down.

_Hola. _Entonces Augustine saw the shirt. It was a regular white shirt with short sleeves. Had written on his chest with a fiber is a legend that was defiantly "I'm not indie."

_ What? _Juan Notices the look, Augustine smiled.

_Nada.

The rest of breakfast went quiet and sleepy. The day was sunny and productive. Would end the next day and the night would be the closing party. John was almost famous, was a little star. He had money and liked to throw parties for everything, for every short, for each sample, sometimes three or four songs I had done.

Augustine found Google and displayed photos of a friend. It was found coming home and telling his sister he had a new friend for whom he admired art. It was quite true. Le executive looks like John, how she was, how I imagined all the time, how created. He hated his own paralyzing perfectionism.

The night of the festival on Friday, was tired, but the nerves were a shot of adrenaline and prevented him from thinking of their exhaustion. When he arrived, a small bar rented for the occasion, was relieved to notice the faces too exhausted from their peers. The girls with their makeup, concealed.

greeted some people and ordered a beer at the bar. John is played back at the time was due. _No

pay. Is free. _Sonrió quietly.

_Ah, well, thanks.

_Me showed your comic.

Augustine did not know what to say. It was a cartoon he had drawn the previous year on request, recounted the life of a mouse with glasses and their misadventures trying to seduce her office mate. He had not much to know, and this, of course, was best for Augustine, who used to be ashamed of their few productions. He took a swig of beer.

_Ah, is long ago. _It

very good. The character is charming and the dialogue is great You're laburo something now? _No

really. I did a lot this summer. In fact in the short work is the first thing I do in a long time.

_Que wrong. You should exploit your creativity, instead of going to other cutting cables.

sounded pedantic, and it was. Augustine knew that was two years older than John, and instead of relaxing, it intimidated him even more.

_Me like to cut cables. _Contestó, Trying to sound ironic.

_Podrías ever write a screenplay. _Lanzó Juan without fear or scruple. More adrenaline. _When

want, clear.

The rest of the party went as any party with pleasant conversation, much alcohol and lots of great music and predictable. However, everyone was up early, and four there was hardly anyone. Augustine dismissed two extra girls with whom he had been talking, and was walking back home.

_Te carry. _Gritó Juan's girlfriend from the passenger seat of the car that was parked on the sidewalk. When everyone is drunk, everything seems easier, Augustine thought as he climbed into the backseat. They took many turns over an area of \u200b\u200bthe city that Augustine did not know. They stopped facing a terrible building, the door was glazed with gold borders. Juan's girlfriend gave it a kiss and got out, mietras Augustine spent the front seat. John started again, without waiting for his girlfriend enter the building. A Augustine did not seem right.

_ Why where you live?

_Cerca faculty.

_Perfecto. _Hacia Went there. During the trip, spoke little, the short, bumpy streets, whether the record that sounded at the time was boring or not. _It

here. Augustine _Dijo they passed in front of his home. John was quick to stop, but ended up about twenty yards ahead. Had to be seen again. _

When we talk about the script? _Preguntó Augustine and automatically felt stupid.

_Uf, I'm going to Spain next week, but when I call back and had a few beers.

_Ah, Spain? Vacation?

_Beca. One month.

_Ah. Well, I'll see you around.

_Claro.

opened the car door to exit. In the farewell kiss was as natural as breathing.

How To Mount A Game With Poweriso

That Saturday night began when I met my brother straightening hair with her fingers nervously against the full-length mirror in the living room. He had put on a jean jacket that looked good and a cowboy I think it was new. I looked and looked in the mirror. It was nice, much more than me, but for some time that he was jealous about it. He paused a moment to look at my dress and then turned.

_ Salís? _Preguntó With inquisitive eyes. I could not explain what he meant by that face. I leave was, at that time in our lives, a clear novelty. And the truth is that he never left either. _Al

mind. _Contesté Making me mysterious.

From the kitchen, she heard the voice of Space Combat reporter, and beyond, the dad that puteaba because the channel was not well. Both felt embarrassment, but no one said anything.

He finished combing and I went with a liner and a lip gloss for paint. The lines above the right eyelid would not come out yet, although it should be practiced, because now I go and in one stroke. My brother looked at my bare feet and said with a sly smile:

_ Are you going to make tacos? _ must have believed that I was the Abasto.

_No.

ended as soon as I could and watched the clock. It was one, it was time to leave.

_ Do you have money? _This Nervous. I knew, in part, the reasons, but I liked the silly me.

_No, not yet.

I followed him down the dark hallway toward the kitchen noisy, and soles of my feet perfectly noticed the difference in temperature between the first room carpet and white ceramic of the second. Light yellow, thin first white then it also made the sensations were different. We preferred the dark.

Dad did not turn around until my brother called him a third time. When he finally did, I said we needed ten dollars. Ten dollars was enough money by then. _

Why? _ We noted above his glasses, only a second before returning to lay eyes on the screen.

_Salimos. _Dijo My brother and went quietly. _Hay a party.

As for me, I did not dare to say anything. The tacit agreement stipulated that only intervene if things got really ugly.

But none of that happened. Dad quietly took his wallet from his shirt pocket, opened it and gave us the money. Even bother to give a five pesos each.

_Pásenla well, not again later. _Dijo In a monotone, without looking.

not matter. We already had money, keys, shoes, cigarettes. We descended the stairs, skipping steps my brother, me trying to look like a lady.

_Compartamos the taxi. _Propuso When you walked through the front door.

climbed to first happened and he said one direction to the security attached to it.

_Balcarce and San Martín. _Entonces Looked at me and quietly asked me where I left.

_Creo I go to the same place. _Contesté And strangely surprised us both, for better or for worse.

We had to walk many blocks, not less than thirty. _

Who invited you? _Preguntó

_Compañeros faculty. Do you? _A

friend.

at that time did not understand why I had been invited. In fact, I never understood. Those people who greeted me from afar suddenly knew my name and wanted to come to his party. It seemed to me strange. Bizarre and brilliant. Bizarre but brilliant.

Never before had gone with my brother and that night would begin to see a new side of him, superficial and anxious. In fact, almost never talked about or shared anything but quite ordinary in our house. There we were then, however, the half past one, walking the streets in a taxi to a place where we only had each other. Two orphans going to the home of the family who had taken, going to her new life. We spent avenues and traffic lights without speaking, each immersed in their own expectations.

At one point I saw him put his right hand inside the blazer seventies who had been inside dad and take a flask of whiskey. Surreptitiously opened, so that the driver did not see him, drank a couple of drinks and handed it to me.

_Creeme not want to get without taking a little. _Le Thought. I spilled some on her dress. Probably anxiety.

We were close. I wanted to ask my brother who was the friend who had invited him, and if I knew, if only in name, to my fellow faculty. But something prevented me from speaking altogether. The taxi stopped at a green gate and said they were two fifty.

both looked toward the place, and the face I had my brother realized that he had not been there before. Paid and waited for the change. Her hand trembled and I grabbed it, holding the coins and tickets. I knew then that something fundamental in waiting for us.

_ What is it? _Me Finally dared to ask still holding her hand. After the door was loud something that probably was Iggy Pop Her eyes were glassy little light yellowish under the driver turned off at that time.

assumption felt the same as to you. _Contestó.
Then we went down, breathe deep and went to enjoy.

Fun Welcome Letters For Wedding

Young Folks (Poco) Confronting the monster

(More fiction than fact. But believe what you want)

Pedro is 16 and I 26 but he looks 20 and I 22. And we all know that two years fly.

consistently arrives late, and never apologizes or seems to care.

sits in front of me with the desktop in between and a half smile on his face still asleep. He then starts to take off some clothes, jacket, diver big hooded pullover finite, to be with a black shirt Pink Floyd, which fits naturally moving the shoulders.

In the process, I take this opportunity to look him in the abdomen 30 cm to see him briefly. Pedro smells like a second Axe in each armpit and cigarette, even if it's quarter past eight. Should smoke in the door, just before entering.

Lee

quickly and quietly. Never take notes or highlights a paragraph. Never has pencil or pen, and between the covers full hotmail address of its damaged folder, a few leaves loose dance number 3 different brands.

Study subjects without much respect, as I believe they should be studied. When asked, in a few minutes and you know the French Revolution, its stages, its importance. Know that the Holy Alliance emerged from the Congress of Vienna and is a conservative organization that wanted to restore absolutism. But immediately clear that society had changed and would not accept a return to the Kings.

and still ended up pretty fast a half hour. There is time to talk.

I realized then his parents separated and he says in passing that you have to shave every day and cook for him and his sister. Both, of course, are a letdown.

Sometimes referred to neighborhood friends and his former girlfriend, the owner of the book you use.

also says he does not want to study but to work or have an Internet. He once said something nice about my hair or my glasses and my seriousness lapidary should have been more revealing than any possible answer quinceañera.

him in hand, laughing mischievously, showing teeth. He knows he's cute and feel comfortable with it. I'm surprised that I like, so classic and high, as actor of telenovelas Did I say that I like? No, obviously not like me. I only use one hundred percent of my tiny share of power and openly look as if I was a fifties and he divorced and my beautiful redhead hustler than twenty years. If you notice, the better.

_Entonces, you know who was Marx?

_ A philosopher who says something of equal classes?

I laugh and do not leave me. I think he's a genius.

_Bueno, see tomorrow.

_Mañana is Saturday.

Every time I think of teachers, I remember Miss Rottenmeier and Ms. Sanz. I would love to be like them. Miss Rottenmeier, an authoritarian and virtuous governess, and Miss Sanz, suffered and delicately so poor. I, however, a big girl and loves Pink Floyd, smoke in the morning and would like to have Peter on the Msn to make proposals from time to time.

My Logo On A Mx Jersey

Professional

I spoke twice in five years. The first was in 1999, wondering if I could sell a book in English, and the second was in 2002, wondering if he had sold ten tickets to By Pass. In both cases, my answer was no, whispered with fear as she turned around and airy and would talk to another person.

The most remembered of Florence on the day that seven years later I saw in the supermarket, was the same as anyone could remember had known since age 13 and older: her boobs. In fact, the first day of first year, while the others we were with our Bow-Tie and embroidered pullovercitos all equal, those tissues that cost fourteen dollars machine Home Mara, she happily walked around the yard with a worn white sweater and a black bra underneath obvious lasciviously.

We were divided into two courses and she and I were each in a different one. Of course, me at her B and A. Never got to know in depth, and my ignorance about who was really impossible to climb onto a pedestal, took her to places I never know, the deified to fear, because it was powerful, and do whatever he wanted with the world and me. People spoke of his icy stare, his mocking laughter and outbursts of Queen permanent affected.

Her beauty was extreme and classic, an actress on the carpet red. The straight black hair, blue eyes, skin and naturally beautiful hands. There were other beautiful girls, finest, quiet, intelligent, reserved. Florence was not one of those things. was a whirlwind of hysterical screams and laughter that echoed through the halls. She was beautiful and was quite willing to point it out every second. Was famous and enjoyed it the most, their fans and their slaves, roses delivered at recess and party invitations for larger people.

could not be in school a person opposed to it than me. Yes, of course, were the two nerds, ugly and completely ridiculous of course, Daniela and Flavia. I bet you all remember them. I, however, was not even ugly nerd. Nothing was itself an average of seven, a mouse of a meter forties without curves, grace, hair or any style. A girl (or rather, a child) of common features and expression faded hair almost always afraid. It was not known, even by losing or stupid. I did not understand much of anything, he spoke little, leaving normal, had a boyfriend in the neighborhood that nobody knew. And none of that seemed to bother me.

When we finished school, Florence, which was all nails, eyelashes, makeup and heels, leaving university with a rich blond that would pick on her father's truck. In March I moved and I stopped her. The university faces pictured in Buenos Aires, studying a design, hobnobbing and taking with the most top, traveling abroad, taking out his own brand of watches, in short, imagine holding the life that seemed destined from birth . Meanwhile, I spent a few inches to grow and learn a few things. I studied communication, I had friends, lived alone, let me grow hair. I bought a wave, I came very expensive and it still works pretty well. This winter I returned a few days to the anniversary of my parents. I went to the supermarket to buy bread and some wine. Almost at the exit, Florence offered me a glass of Interlagos, he was promoting mineral water from a cardboard stand. The heat had me thirsty, and decided that, despite how ridiculous it might seem a promotion of water, try it. My eyes collided with his face strangely familiar and unsettling. It was still very beautiful, though perhaps not as high, not as fresh as possible. He had dark circles and sagging shoulders a bit, but it may just be the blue shirt who did not favor. I smiled for the first time in this time, and I realized it was because I did not recognize and just wanted to sell the water. I finished my drink and thanked him quietly. I could not stand another moment with her and hurried out without more.

When I turned around, a very attractive man greeted with strong affection and she laughed and chattered. Remained famous, and I do not. Resentful, I felt pathetically happy for a moment. I wondered if it was his decline that was comforting, but a few hours later I realized that the issue was simple and child: she, that monster, and not scary.