Am avut o s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103… hai s\u0103 o numim diplomatic atletic\u0103. Nediplomatic: epuizant\u0103 depedeve fizic \u015fi energetic. Se pare c\u0103 m\u0103 imaturizez cu v\u00e2rsta, \u015fi m\u0103 av\u00e2nt \u00een nebunii din ce \u00een ce mai solicitante. Sau poate micul demon al aventurii nu m\u0103 va p\u0103r\u0103si niciodat\u0103? Sper sincer s\u0103 nu o fac\u0103; nu \u00eemi doresc s\u0103 ajung genul de forumist\u0103 din grupurile de discu\u0163ii despre familie, care s\u0103 aib\u0103 dou\u0103 griji: dac\u0103 e bine s\u0103 pr\u0103je\u015fti ceapa sticlos sau brun, \u015fi dac\u0103 e bine s\u0103 pui tapet cu ursule\u0163i \u00een camera copilului, \u00een locul celui cu buburuze de p\u00e2n\u0103 acum. P\u0103rerea mea (de\u015fi nimeni nu o cere): Ceapa e cea mai bun\u0103 crud\u0103, \u00een salate, \u015fi po\u0163i s\u0103 pui \u015fi tapet cu pule cu urechi \u00een camera copilului, dac\u0103 habar nu ai s\u0103 \u00eel educi, \u015fi fie \u00eel la\u015fi s\u0103 ajung\u0103 un cocalar obraznic, fie faci tot posibilul s\u0103 \u00eel anulezi ca fiin\u0163\u0103 uman\u0103, \u015fi \u00eencerci s\u0103-\u0163i \u00eempline\u015fti prin el visele de fat\u0103 mare, pe care nu ai fost suficient de coioas\u0103 s\u0103 \u0163i le transformi \u00een realitate de una singur\u0103.<\/p>\n
Bun, a\u015fa se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 ori de c\u00e2te ori caut c\u00e2te ceva pe Gogule, iar el m\u0103 trimite pe desprecopii.ro sau \u00een alte asemenea locuri de pierzanie. Ideea e c\u0103 dup\u0103 s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2na mea de vitejii, am o febr\u0103 muscular\u0103 de nu pot s\u0103 m\u0103 mi\u015fc. De diminea\u0163\u0103, \u00een metrou, s-au uitat doi pulifrici la mine, \u00een timp ce m\u0103 a\u015fezam pe un scaun, str\u00e2mb\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 c\u00e2t puteam eu de re\u0163inut, \u015fi au \u00eenceput: “Ia uite la ea, ce greu se a\u015faz\u0103! Ce-ai f\u0103cut, pisi, noaptea trecut\u0103?!” “TOAT\u0102 S\u0102PT\u0102M\u00c2NA trecut\u0103, b\u0103i, habarni\u015ftilor \u015fi megdonaldi\u015ftilor!” am bomb\u0103nit eu.<\/p>\n
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I had a week… let’s euphemistically call it “athletic”. Or, if we choose a franker expression, let us call it “physically and energetically exhausting.” It seems that, as I grow older, I gradually lose my maturity and throw myself into increasingly demanding projects. Or, perhaps, the little demon of adventure will never leave me? I honestly hope it won’t; I never intend to end up like those pathetic women wasting their times on family-related forums and discussions on two major topics: whether to saute onions or to fry them brown, and whether to change the beetle-pattern wallpaper in your kid’s bedroom and replace it with a bear-pattern one. My take on these topics: I prefer onion uncooked, in salads, and I does not matter what the wallpaper pattern is, as long as you fail to educate your child properly, either turning him into a rude asshole, or completely annihilating him as a human being, in an attempt to use him as a puppet to fulfill your own dreams, as you had no balls to pursue them for yourself.<\/p>\n
Well, I must admit that I tend to get quite pissed off whenever I search something on Google and it sends me to family forums. Unless the discussion reaches a hilarious peak of stupidity.
\nThe point is that I had a tough week that resulted in severe DOMS and, as I sit in an armchair, moaning and groaning, and spreading Fastum gel all over myself, I recall my morning chat in the subway: I was attempting a painful sitting down, when two sick fucks noticed me and had the fucking nerve to comment: “Oh, look at her, she is hardly able to sit on her ass. What did you do last night, honey?” “LAST WEEK, you idiot McDonalds brained morons!” I replied furiously.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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