{"id":1250,"date":"2009-05-04T12:01:51","date_gmt":"2009-05-04T09:01:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lorenalupu.wordpress.com\/?p=1250"},"modified":"2009-05-04T12:01:51","modified_gmt":"2009-05-04T09:01:51","slug":"cred-in-dragostea-la-prima-vedere","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/cred-in-dragostea-la-prima-vedere\/","title":{"rendered":"Cred \u00een dragostea la prima vedere"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\u015eti\u0163i teoria focului de paie? C\u0103 lucrurile pe care \u0163i se pune pata subit sunt cele de care te saturi urgent, iar cele care nu \u00ee\u0163i plac din prima sunt cele pe care \u00eenve\u0163i \u00een timp s\u0103 le apreciezi?<\/p>\n<p>Eu sunt contraexemplul ambulant al acestei teorii.<\/p>\n<p>Niciodat\u0103 nu mi-am dorit pisic\u0103, p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd nu l-am v\u0103zut pe negroteiul meu actual, pe atunci pui mic \u015fi zgribulit, mieun\u00e2nd jalnic pe capacul unui tomberon. Fie \u00eel aruncaser\u0103 \u00een\u0103untru, iar el ie\u015fise de acolo; fie le fusese lene s\u0103 ridice capacul \u015fi \u00eel l\u0103saser\u0103 deasupra. Dar de c\u00e2nd l-am v\u0103zut pentru prima oar\u0103, am \u015ftiut; pur \u015fi simplu am \u015ftiut c\u0103 \u0103sta, \u015fi nu altul, e pisicul meu.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/s303.photobucket.com\/albums\/nn131\/lorenalupu\/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01558.jpg\" target=\"_blank\" data-rel=\"lightbox-image-0\" data-rl_title=\"\" data-rl_caption=\"\" title=\"\"><img \/><\/a><br \/>\n<!--more--><br \/>\nL-am luat, l-am dus la deparazitat, vaccinat, etc. &#8211; \u015fi \u00eenc\u0103 e aici. Are cinci ani, \u015fi e fanul absolut al pieptului de pui. Chit c\u0103 e castrat de trei ani, \u00eenc\u0103 \u00eel excit\u0103 mirosul de Lenor sau de Coccolino al rufelor proasp\u0103t luate de pe fr\u00eenghie, drept pentru care ia cea mai moale bluz\u0103 din teanc \u015fi o &#8220;p\u00e2ng\u0103re\u015fte&#8221;, t\u0103v\u0103lind-o prin toat\u0103 casa.<\/p>\n<p>Idem, pe oamenii pe care i-am iubit, i-am iubit instinctiv, de la prima privire. \u015ei nu \u00eemi trece. Trebuie ca cineva s\u0103 m\u0103 tr\u0103deze extrem de nasol, sau s\u0103 \u00eemi fac\u0103 un mare r\u0103u, pentru a-mi transforma iubirea \u00een ur\u0103. Da, vorbesc despre iubire, vorbesc despre ur\u0103; nu prea m\u0103 pricep s\u0103 am sentimente &#8220;c\u0103ldu\u0163e&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>Iar dac\u0103 omul\/oama \u00eemi este indiferent\/\u0103, poate s\u0103 stea \u015fi \u00een cap, c\u0103 nu va ob\u0163ine de la mine dec\u00e2t amabilitate. Nu pot s\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u0163 s\u0103 iubesc ceea ce nu \u00eemi dicteaz\u0103 instinctul s\u0103 iubesc din prima. Nu sunt un animal educabil. Doar sunt un lup, nu-i a\u015fa? <img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-includes\/images\/smilies\/mrgreen.png?w=700&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\":mrgreen:\" class=\"wp-smiley\" style=\"height: 1em; max-height: 1em;\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Ce-i drept, pot s\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u0163 s\u0103 respect. S\u0103 apreciez. S\u0103 admir. S\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eemprietenesc. Dar niciodat\u0103 &#8220;s\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u0163 s\u0103 iubesc&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>C\u00e2nd iubesc &#8211; cum o fi acea iubire, sexual\u0103, platonic\u0103, aristotelic\u0103, virtual\u0103, dracu&#8217; s-o pieptene &#8211; se vede \u015fi se simte de la o po\u015ft\u0103. C\u00e2nd nu e cazul, nu m\u0103 presa. Dac\u0103 nu te simt eu ca fiind &#8220;al meu&#8221;, nici o promisiune \u015fi nici un \u015fantaj al acestei lumi nu are cum s\u0103 m\u0103 &#8220;educe&#8221;. Iar dac\u0103 te simt, te culeg \u015fi din tomberon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u015eti\u0163i teoria focului de paie? 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