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<\/p>\nNu am procedat ca primadonele blogosferei (alte Terorism de cititoare \u015fi Bendeac) care s-au s\u0103turat de trolli \u015fi \u015fi-au \u00eenchis telenovelistic bloagele, cu declara\u0163ii melodramatice \u015fi doldora de autocomp\u0103timire. “\u015etiu ce gol las \u00een urma mea, dar o merita\u0163i, gloat\u0103 de luz\u0103ri nevolnici!”<\/p>\n
Gloatei de luz\u0103ri nevolnici i se f\u00e2lf\u00e2ie amplu \u015fi glorios. \u015ei nu doar ling\u0103ilor, ci \u015fi trollilor. De fapt trolii nici m\u0103car nu au ceva personal cu tine, au ceva personal cu ei \u00een\u015fi\u015fi. Vor s\u0103 etaleze mu\u015fchi. De aceea, arma mea – faptul c\u0103 le \u00eendrept pula spre propriile buze – e at\u00e2t de eficient\u0103 \u015fi \u00eei face s\u0103 dea \u00een epilepsie. Eu \u00een schimb am ceva personal cu faptul c\u0103 m\u0103 freac\u0103 la melodie – de aceea, de c\u00e2te ori v\u0103d un c\u0103cat de om m\u00e2rlan, prost de pute \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 via\u0163\u0103 social\u0103 cum merge la el pe blog, dup\u0103 \u00eendelungi tentative de a se infiltra \u00een aten\u0163ia mea, \u015fi spumeg\u0103 \u00eendelungi t\u00e2mpenii despre mine, \u00eennebunesc de pl\u0103cere. Yees, yeeeees, oftic\u0103-te. Crizeaz\u0103-te, mori \u00een chinuri. Oh, yeeees!<\/p>\n
S\u0103 reiau: nu, nu am plecat pentru c\u0103 m-ar fi cov\u00e2r\u015fit trolii. Sau idio\u0163ii care remarcau la postarea de acum c\u00e2teva zile, unde ERA OBVIOUS C\u0102 MI SE VEDEA \u0162\u00c2\u0162A: “Vai, \u0163i se vede \u0163\u00e2\u0163a!” C\u00e2t\u0103 perspicacitate trebuie s\u0103 ai, s\u0103 remarci un lucru at\u00e2t de evident.<\/p>\n
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\u015ei s\u0103 te mai \u015fi crezi dotat cu “spirit de glum\u0103”, pentru c\u0103 observi c\u0103 cerul e albastru. Doh. Exact ca babele din fa\u0163a blocului, c\u00e2nd c\u0103ram un laptop \u00eentr-o m\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi o lamp\u0103 \u00een cealalt\u0103, \u015fi mi se desf\u0103cuser\u0103 \u015fireturile de la tene\u015fi: “\u015etii, ai \u015fireturile desf\u0103cute!” Vac\u0103 b\u0103tut\u0103 definitiv \u00een cap, nici nu \u015ftiam chestia asta! Trebuia s\u0103 vii tu s\u0103 mi-o comunici, altfel m\u0103 pierdeam \u00een negura ne\u015ftiin\u0163ei.<\/p>\n
\u00cen plus, numai nefutu\u0163ii cronici au sim\u0163it nevoia s\u0103 semnalizeze. “\u0162i se vede \u0163\u00e2\u0163a”. Cineva care vede \u0163\u00e2\u0163e “on a regular basis” nu se mir\u0103 a\u015fa de ele. “Aoleu, o \u0163\u00e2\u0163\u0103”. Da, o \u0163\u00e2\u0163\u0103. Nu mu\u015fc\u0103, nu emite raze ultraviolete, nu face puf-puf-puf. Ce v\u0103 c\u0103ca\u0163i at\u00e2ta pe dumneavoastr\u0103?
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\nDeci: nu m\u0103 retr\u0103sesem de pe blog din dorin\u0163a de a sublinia c\u0103 sunt o primadon\u0103 r\u0103nit\u0103 (fisurat\u0103) proFUND de obtuzitatea vulgului. E mai prozaic: Zilele astea nu am scris nimic pentru c\u0103 m-a chinuit o t\u00e2r\u015f\u0103 sor\u0103 cu moartea. Calciul meu a fugit cu cheful de lucru cu tot. M\u0103 plictise\u015fte cumplit tot ce m\u0103 \u00eenconjoar\u0103. M\u0103 plictisesc oameni, cl\u0103diri, activit\u0103\u0163i. A\u015f vrea s\u0103 e\u015fuez pe coastele unei \u0163\u0103ri \u00eendep\u0103rtate, s\u0103 am o amnezie total\u0103 – ca \u00een piesele lui Shakespeare, unde eroilor le ie\u015fea figura minim de dou\u0103 ori pe pies\u0103. Chiar a\u015f vrea s\u0103 m\u0103 pomenesc \u00eentr-o lume str\u0103in\u0103 mie, s\u0103 nu am nimic \u015fi s\u0103 o iau de la zero.<\/p>\n
Bine, ideal ar fi s\u0103 o iau de la zero ca Mel-Gibson-cel-ce-nu-\u015fi-caftea-\u00eenc\u0103-iubitele \u00een filmul \u0103la unde se punea la congelator pentru 50 de ani. S\u0103 treac\u0103 recesiunea. Oare trece \u00een 50 de ani? <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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