Vision And White Wolf

Undecided

indecision irritates me sometimes, usually always, I am of those who prefer certain things quickly, clearly and concisely before walking with returns that can turn a normal person crazy.

got to the point of anguish to those who face a food menu is one hour deciding, comes the waiter asks what you want and are thinking for a while, asking for a little more time to analyze thoroughly the letter, then ask a sad plate of french fries.

are those who ask for explanations of each of the dishes, how they are made, what they recommend and then stop and go elsewhere because the prices seem very expensive and want to analyze the range of possibilities.

There are people who can not decide between a latte or pure and that even for a glass of water I think about 15 minutes.

not stand women who die from buying clothes, make an accounting of all the things they like and once you are in business fall into an existential crisis because they can not take the decision to choose between red or blue, long or short sleeves, jeans or trousers and a demented atomic watch them to explode, too bad you never exploited, I think it would be the healthiest choice.

hate those people who call you by phone and do not know what to say, they forget the reason for your call, they ask if you have any idea why you are receiving the telephone and are able to make you lose valuable Quiet time claims where one feels that anger rushes into the throat to scream.

I can not stand women who come with bad news and they say "do not know if you tell it" I do not know if they are morbid, stupid or it just did not work the neuron, because one is unhappy that looking thinking about a hundredth of a second all the bad things that can happen and praying that this flood of claims does not happen, of course after a few minutes it takes you out in your discussion with both worthless nonsense you will not talk for a month or so, obviously always is the hysterical incomprehensible.

I doubt it is intolerant of certain women cooking when the grocery store or butcher shop, after waiting ten numbers to be called, begin to doubt against treating them, calling up any suggestions for eating, as if have had time to think, decide and to build an original recipe, but no, there are stops smiling watching meat and waiting for a leg of the cow is asking to be taken to lift home.

So all who suffer the undecided learn to avoid them, obviate, make them disappear in some way so as not to endure uncomfortable situations.

However there are, we invade the ranks of the supermarkets, the bakery first thing in the morning, where we pay taxes and even the chocolate, always doubting, asking for answers helps them have, but never dare to take because I always believe that the decisions of others are the right ones, fewer of them ...

And because of their lack self-esteem, we are near, the outsiders have to put those five minutes are taken to try to understand clearly whether this column is for them or not ... Know this

, you, the undecideds are what they should not be due to both being scattered thinking about what should be ...

Published in Journal Depth, June 28, 2009

My Calf Hurts When Putting On Ski Boots

I always said when I was born almost died, came from a business trip so rushed that almost did not see a train there of 76 'when the train filled the face of the fields. With my mom's wait until dawn to give birth and to fall in love a little more to it ... I do not know if I changed my life as much as he would say, but I know we became mates together and taught each other what is being father and daughter what being ... I bought chocolates and candies sugus Aero mint and while the soul ached with me that some things could not get was the best learning to value those everyday achievements and those little things that once obtained were enjoyed more ... He taught me to walk the neighborhood and watch the old courtyards, these odors emanating a lemon and voluptuous roses have always told me stories of his life, tiny, everyday stories that made him a bit back to its past and made me travel back in time. With him I discovered that things must be said clearly, that one has to assume the errors and mistakes and it is preferable to the face for a good slap of life, before turning to walk with excuses and buts. For him everything was black and white, I put in the palette of life and gray colors and despite some quite different views on some things and other congeniábamos discussed, giving me the opportunity to feel a little adult learning of argumentation. His gaze could be the worst punishment and also gave me courage to face situations, which at that age, seemed difficult and that in light of my adult life I do see that children were these little tragedies where everything is cured with a big hug . With him I fell in love with film, I learned to create my own history of subtitled films, who could not read, hence my urgent need to learn to know the first letters. I caught his love for the big night, and when he was gone, I discovered the mystique that both had told me ... The day she left it was sunny, he went so suddenly, with a pair of I want to let pockets and the appropriate speed for everything to be less painful ... There I realized that paternity had been successful, because not only their tips and experiences made me flesh, but because he could bequeath to my mother's ability to be two one ... And this wise woman, now painted gray and never leaves aside coquetry, had the courage and the courage to carry on the family, knew how to combine your next maternal and paternal female with that righteousness, he found the balance lest we felt fatherless, fill gaps and bring the family for a good course. She played the difficult task that not all pass, it must fulfill two roles and to sprout little magic of his little body to unfold and be everywhere healing our wounds, encouraging us to be what we wanted, mending our clothes and the holes of the soul that occasionally have a pit to sew ... So on this date we are full of memories, a tear that robs us and makes us wonder a little that went on tour through the skies, is also the day to thank the person who had the patience, will, love and force to be two: mom and dad ... Thanks ...

Carlos and Gladys ...
Published in Journal
Depth, June 21, 2009