Stau \u015fi m\u0103 uit la bloguri de adolescen\u0163i, pe care mi le tot recomand\u0103 wordpressul. Cuv\u00e2nteaz\u0103 st\u00e2ngaci, b\u0103n\u0103n\u0103ie ridicol, \u00eenjgheab\u0103 ilar cuvinte care s\u0103 li se par\u0103 lor c\u0103 sun\u0103 bine sau tr\u0103deaz\u0103 mecanisme de g\u00e2ndire de un umor delirant. E u\u015for s\u0103 faci mi\u015fto de ei. Eu \u00eens\u0103mi am dat link spre c\u00e2teva bloguri penibile, de altele am f\u0103cut mi\u015fto \u00een privat:<\/p>\n
aritsch: am mai gasit un blog superb
\naritsch: l-am citit cap-coada
\nlorena lupu: da sa vaaaaaaaaaaad \ud83d\ude2f \ud83d\ude2f \ud83d\ude2f
\naritsch: https:\/\/cirsteaflorin.wordpress.com\/2010\/07\/28\/la-multi-ani-scumpa-mea-anyta\/
\nlorena lupu: anyta cu y? \ud83d\ude06
\naritsch: da, da
\naritsch: un citat absolut bestial
\naritsch: m-a facut praf cand l-am citit
\naritsch: era el trist
\naritsch: si zice
\naritsch: STAM ASEARA IN PAT SI IN LOC SA MA UIT LA MECI PLINGEAM.
\nlorena lupu: :))))))))))))))))))
\naritsch: nu?
\naritsch: \ud83d\ude1b
\naritsch: sau
\naritsch: NU CREDEAM CA POT LUA ATITEA PALME DE LA O FATA (CU ACORDU MEU)
\nlorena lupu: :))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))<\/p>\n
\u00cent\u00e2i, am zis s\u0103 facem un mi\u015fto vitriolant de acest blog. Apoi ne-am r\u0103zg\u00e2ndit: ce, noi n-am fost adolescen\u0163i? Nu am fost oare \u00eengrozitor de penibili \u015fi demni de toat\u0103 jena? Nu \u00eemi amintesc de nici un teen din jurul meu care s\u0103 \u015ftie cum s\u0103 se poarte, care s\u0103 \u015ftie cum s\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103, s\u0103 \u015ftie cum s\u0103 cear\u0103 sau s\u0103 \u015ftie cum s\u0103 dea. M\u0103 includ \u015fi pe mine \u00een aceast\u0103 afirma\u0163ie.<\/p>\n
Uite mostr\u0103 de ridicol \u015fi de cli\u015feu: Ascultam heavy metal, m\u0103 machiam cu negru (mai mai s\u0103 \u00eenfiin\u0163ez Asocia\u0163ia “Mai mult negru”), citeam texte deprimante \u015fi fantasy-uri gotice \u015fi aveam \u015fi o pl\u0103cere secret\u0103, din ce \u00een ce mai redundant\u0103 \u00eentr-o vreme. C\u00e2nd nu m\u0103 vedea nimeni, \u00eemi f\u0103ceam singur\u0103 r\u0103ni cu lama. R\u0103ni superficiale, numai c\u00e2t s\u0103 v\u0103d un pic de s\u00e2nge curg\u00e2nd. Pe atunci, chestia asta \u00eemi d\u0103dea o stare vecin\u0103 cu be\u0163ia, un flux de pl\u0103cere imposibil de descris. \u00cemi pl\u0103cea s\u00e2ngele, gustul \u015fi mirosul lui, p\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi modul \u00een care se coagula. Emo, nu-i a\u015fa? Dar pe atunci nimeni nu era emo. Am fost prima emo atestat\u0103 documentar. \ud83d\ude00 \u00cen mintea mea imatur\u0103, gestul \u0103la t\u00e2mpit echivala cu explorarea limitelor.<\/p>\n
Noroc c\u0103 nu m-a surprins nimeni. M-am l\u0103sat de obiceiul \u0103sta abia dup\u0103 ce am intrat la Teatru, am f\u0103cut c\u00e2teva improviza\u0163ii cu t\u0103ieri \u015fi mi s-a explicat c\u0103 gestul nu are nici profunzimea, nici expresivitatea \u015fi nici relevan\u0163a pe care i le atribuia subcon\u015ftientul meu. Apoi, m-am tratat singur\u0103 \u00een modul cel mai eficient: am f\u0103cut-o \u00een oglind\u0103. Apoi am izbucnit \u00een r\u00e2s: eram cea mai “lame” priveli\u015fte cu putin\u0163\u0103. \u015ei am sc\u0103pat de o obsesie. A\u015fa pute\u0163i sc\u0103pa \u015fi voi de ale voastre. Uita\u0163i-v\u0103 mult \u00een oglind\u0103. Dar nu pentru a v\u0103 admira. Uita\u0163i-v\u0103 lucid, rece, ca ni\u015fte negustori pe pia\u0163a de sclavi: voi, s\u0103 ave\u0163i capitalul necesar cump\u0103r\u0103rii unor sclavi, v-a\u0163i cump\u0103ra pe voi \u00een\u015fiv\u0103?<\/p>\n
Revenind: nu pot s\u0103 v\u0103 spun c\u00e2t de st\u00e2njenitoare sunt textele pe care le scriam atunci. Dac\u0103 le-a\u015f vedea publicate pe undeva, m-a\u015f b\u0103ga cu capul \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt, ca stru\u0163ul. A\u015fa cum nu exclud ca la 50 de ani s\u0103 m\u0103 bag cu capul \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt citind ce scriu acum. “Rondo Capriccioso” deja mi se pare o limonad\u0103 gre\u0163oas\u0103 – cine dracu’ o fi scris cartea aia \u015fi ce b\u0103\u015fini avea \u00een cap? – primele mele reportaje de acum c\u00e2\u0163iva ani mi se par de o haio\u015fenie for\u0163at\u0103, ca un num\u0103r de stand-up al unui timid. Slav\u0103 Domnului c\u0103 multe dintre ele nu-s pe net.<\/p>\n
Nu exist\u0103 talent nativ. Exist\u0103 continu\u0103 formare \u015fi maturizare. Exist\u0103 experiment, e\u015fec, ru\u015fine, pumni \u00een propriul nas (poate o form\u0103 mai subtil\u0103 de a te r\u0103ni singur :P), ambi\u0163ie \u015fi restart. Ceea ce v\u0103 doresc \u015fi vou\u0103, dragi adolescen\u0163i de toate v\u00e2rstele. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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