Postarea care urmeaz\u0103 mi-a fost inspirat\u0103 de un comentator. Unul care, \u00een glum\u0103 cic\u0103, mi-a dat faimosul dicton “R\u0103m\u00e2nem cu ce m\u00e2nc\u0103m, bem \u015fi futem”.<\/p>\n
Triplu bleah.<\/p>\n
M\u0103 uit la oamenii de afar\u0103. Mul\u0163i dintre ei sunt imen\u015fi, ca ni\u015fte tancuri sovietice. Mul\u0163i \u00ee\u015fi petrec ziua anticip\u00e2nd ce vor m\u00e2nca. \u00centr-o redac\u0163ie, aveam o coleg\u0103 care o suna pe fiic\u0103-sa \u015fi invariabil, prima \u00eentrebare era “Ai m\u00e2ncat?” Nu: “Ai aflat ceva interesant la \u015fcoal\u0103? Dar din alte surse? Ai citit ceva special? Ai v\u0103zut ceva care s\u0103-\u0163i fi r\u0103mas \u00een minte? Ai petrecut ziua \u00eentr-un mod care s\u0103 \u00eensemne ceva pentru tine \u015fi pentru cei din jur?” Nu, toate astea nu conteaz\u0103, important e dac\u0103 “ai m\u00e2ncat”. Te po\u0163i lipsi de sens, de bucurie, de senza\u0163ia vie\u0163ii tr\u0103ite cu adev\u0103rat, pe m\u0103-ta o doare \u00een pizd\u0103. Important e dac\u0103 ai m\u00e2ncat.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd eram copil, mi se d\u0103dea s\u0103 m\u0103n\u00e2nc cu regularitate. \u015ei cu asta, \u00eendatoririle p\u0103rinte\u015fti luau sf\u00e2r\u015fit. Conta dac\u0103 \u00eentre dou\u0103 mese \u0163i-ai exersat \u00eentr-un fel sau altul intelectul, imagina\u0163ia, sufletul? Nu. “Ai ce m\u00e2nca? \u00cenghite \u015fi taci”.<\/p>\n
M\u00e2ncarea e overrated. \u015ei acum am zile \u00een care uit s\u0103 m\u0103n\u00e2nc. Faptul c\u0103 uit s\u0103 m\u0103n\u00e2nc nu \u00eemi influen\u0163eaz\u0103 nici energia, nici creativitatea. O mas\u0103 de unul singur e la fel de jalnic\u0103, precum b\u0103utul de unul singur. Iar una cu prietenii e mai mult un prilej de bucuria comuniunii dec\u00e2t de ghiftuial\u0103, \u015fi e normal s\u0103 fie a\u015fa.<\/p>\n
\u00cen schimb, partea care m\u0103 enerveaz\u0103 mai mult e aia cu “r\u0103masul”. \u015ei faptul c\u0103 mult\u0103 lume g\u00e2nde\u015fte a\u015fa. Asta vre\u0163i voi s\u0103 scrie \u00een necrologul vostru? “Gigel Mircel, so\u0163 \u015fi tat\u0103 iubitor. A m\u00e2ncat vagoane \u00eentregi de sarmale \u015fi mun\u0163i de c\u00e2rna\u0163i de Ple\u015fcoi?” Astea vre\u0163i s\u0103 fie ultimele voastre cuvinte: “Pentru mine, via\u0163a a \u00eensemnat tocan\u0103 de vit\u0103 \u015fi r\u0103citur\u0103 la discre\u0163ie?”<\/p>\n
\u00centrerup aici aceast\u0103 postare, pentru c\u0103 mi-e extrem de grea\u0163\u0103. Revin \u00een cur\u00e2nd. Iar celor care g\u00e2ndesc a\u015fa, v\u0103 urez obezitate pl\u0103cut\u0103, diabet fericit \u015fi pl\u0103ci arteriale cu spor. Ve\u0163i \u00een\u0163elege c\u0103 v\u0103 vreau r\u0103ul. Nu, pro\u015ftilor, astea se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 de la sine dac\u0103 b\u0103ga\u0163i \u00een voi ca-n vagon. Mai l\u0103sa\u0163i tac\u00e2murile din m\u00e2ini – exist\u0103 via\u0163\u0103 \u015fi dincolo de ele. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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