{"id":5513,"date":"2012-08-27T21:44:54","date_gmt":"2012-08-27T21:44:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lorenalupu.wordpress.com\/?p=5513"},"modified":"2012-08-27T21:44:54","modified_gmt":"2012-08-27T21:44:54","slug":"tentativa-de-chick-lit","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/tentativa-de-chick-lit\/","title":{"rendered":"Tentativ\u0103 de chick lit"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Nu \u00eentotdeauna avem curajul de a duce ni\u015fte lucruri p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103t. Uneori, nu avem nici m\u0103car f\u0103r\u00e2ma de cojones necesar\u0103 pentru a le \u00eencepe. Poate c\u0103, mai mult dec\u00e2t de e\u015fecuri, ne temem \u00eengrozitor de dorin\u0163ele care s-ar putea \u00eendeplini. <\/p>\n<p><em>Drag\u0103 R.,<br \/>\nM\u0103 uit adeseori pe geam \u015fi te v\u0103d. De fapt, s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2na trecut\u0103 am chemat muncitori \u015fi i-am pus s\u0103 mute geamul cu o jum\u0103tate de metru mai \u00eencolo, s\u0103 surprind exact momentul c\u00e2nd ie\u015fi din bloc. Pentru c\u0103 una e s\u0103 te v\u0103d trec\u00e2nd absent, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 salu\u0163i vecinii, care te ur\u0103sc groaznic din cauza asta \u015fi au decis s\u0103 convoace o \u015fedin\u0163\u0103 extraordinar\u0103 a comitetului de bloc, s\u0103 te suspende din func\u0163ia de locatar emerit, pe care ai c\u00e2\u015ftigat-o prim\u0103vara trecut\u0103, c\u00e2nd ai greblat frunzele moarte din gr\u0103dina blocului. Frunze moarte versus s\u0103ru\u2019 m\u00e2na la babe. Iat\u0103 o dilem\u0103 pe care nici m\u0103car \u00een\u0163eleptul Protagoras n-ar putea s-o produc\u0103, dar\u0103mite s-o \u015fi rezolve. <\/p>\n<p>Relu\u00e2nd ideea, pe care am r\u0103t\u0103cit-o pe undeva pe parcurs, a\u015fa cum mi-a\u015f r\u0103t\u0103ci \u015fi o m\u00e2n\u0103 de-a lungul corpului t\u0103u, una e s\u0103 te v\u0103d trec\u00e2nd absent, \u015fi cu totul, dar cu totul altceva e s\u0103 te v\u0103d oprindu-te s\u0103 deschizi u\u015fa, fie la dus, fie la \u00eentors, c\u0103ut\u00e2nd cartela de interfon prin buzunare, sau tast\u00e2nd ceva \u015fi a\u015ftept\u00e2nd s\u0103 \u0163i se deschid\u0103. <\/p>\n<p>Prima oar\u0103 c\u00e2nd te-am v\u0103zut tast\u00e2nd ceva, am tr\u0103it o mic\u0103 moarte. \u015ei nu m\u0103 refer la un orgasm. Mi-am imaginat c\u0103 acas\u0103 te a\u015fteapt\u0103 o iubit\u0103 afectuoas\u0103, care poate \u0163i-a g\u0103tit felul t\u0103u de m\u00e2ncare preferat, sau poate \u0163i l-a comandat, proasp\u0103t \u015fi aburind, \u00eentr-o cutie de carton branduit\u0103 multicolor. Pentru c\u0103 \u00een blocul vostru intr\u0103 destul de des diver\u015fi tipi de la home deliveries. Prea des, s\u0103 fie pentru o singur\u0103 persoan\u0103. Fie c\u0103 ave\u0163i \u00een bloc un bulimic chitit pe m\u00e2ncare comandat\u0103, fie o confedera\u0163ie a m\u00e2nc\u0103torilor de meniuri livrate de b\u0103ie\u0163i pe biciclete, cert e c\u0103 pliantele din c\u0103su\u0163ele voastre po\u015ftale \u00ee\u015fi fac efectul cu v\u00e2rf \u015fi \u00eendesat. Ceea ce m\u0103 face s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentreb: cum ar fi s\u0103 codez aceast\u0103 scrisoare, s\u0103 \u00eenlocuiesc fiecare cuv\u00e2nt cu un anumit ingredient, \u015fi s\u0103 ias\u0103 un meniu de delivery pe care numai eu \u0163i l-a\u015f putea aduce, pe tav\u0103 sau poate f\u0103r\u0103? \u015ei, totu\u015fi, nu. Nu am cum s\u0103 m\u0103 joc de-a home delivery cu un tip care are o iubit\u0103, chiar dac\u0103 aceasta \u00eel \u00eendoap\u0103 cu bun\u0103t\u0103\u0163i me\u015fte\u015fugite de m\u00e2ini str\u0103ine, indiferente. <\/p>\n<p>Eu \u0163i-a\u015f g\u0103ti, R. \u0162i-a\u015f g\u0103ti a\u015fa cum a\u015f face dragoste cu tine: ner\u0103bd\u0103tor \u015fi st\u00e2ngaci, cojind prost ingredientele \u015fi pun\u00e2nd totul pe un foc mult prea mare. Ar ie\u015fi un rateu cumplit, dar m\u0103car a\u015f \u015fti c\u0103 a ars glorios. Ca un punch. Punch \u2013 b\u0103utura \u00eenfl\u0103c\u0103rat\u0103, nu punch \u2013 pumnul \u00een nas. De\u015fi \u015fi dragostea autentic\u0103 poate provoca s\u00e2nger\u0103ri. Too Much Love Will Kill You, zicea nemuritorul Freddie Mercury, \u00een melodia sa lansat\u0103 post-mortem. <\/p>\n<p>\u00centr-o zi de duminic\u0103, \u00eens\u0103, m-ai f\u0103cut cea mai fericit\u0103 femeie din lume, R. Te-am v\u0103zut ie\u015find ca de obicei din bloc \u2013 dar erai \u00eenso\u0163it. \u015ei nu de o iubit\u0103. Erai \u00eenso\u0163it de o feti\u0163\u0103 de vreo 8 ani. O feti\u0163\u0103 pe care o mai v\u0103zusem juc\u00e2ndu-se pe afar\u0103, sau venind cuminte spre cas\u0103, cu ghiozd\u0103nelul \u00een spate; dar pe care niciodat\u0103 nu o asociasem cu tine, de\u015fi, acum, uit\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 la modul posesiv, prematur-feminin, cu care \u0163i-a apucat bra\u0163ul, mi-am dat seama c\u0103 sem\u0103na\u0163i. Ochi verzi, b\u0103rbie hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103 \u015fi o anume \u015f\u0103g\u0103lnicie greu de definit, \u00een col\u0163urile buzelor \u015fi \u00een jocul degetelor. Oh, Dumnezeule. Un t\u0103tic singur. <\/p>\n<p>\u00centr-o zi de miercuri, feti\u0163a ta a fost aceea care m-a f\u0103cut fericit\u0103. De data asta, nu chiar cea mai fericit\u0103 femeie din lume, dar, \u00een orice caz, mi-a dat un sugar rush. St\u0103tea la coad\u0103 la magazinul mic din col\u0163, de unde ne lu\u0103m cu to\u0163ii \u0163ig\u0103ri, ap\u0103 mineral\u0103, plicule\u0163e de nes \u015fi tampoane la bucat\u0103, adic\u0103 acele m\u0103run\u0163i\u015furi care nu justific\u0103 o deplasare p\u00e2n\u0103 la supermarket. Eram dup\u0103 ea. M-a v\u0103zut c\u0103 aveam \u00een m\u00e2ini doar o cutie de Cola \u015fi a zis: \u201eHai, bag\u0103-te \u00een fa\u0163\u0103, c\u0103 n-ai multe\u201d. \u201e\u015ei tu ce ai?\u201d am \u00eentrebat-o. \u201eEu nu pot s\u0103 m\u0103 hot\u0103r\u0103sc dac\u0103 vreau ciocolat\u0103 cu stafide sau bomboane cu crem\u0103 de caramel\u201d. <\/p>\n<p>Pff, grea decizie, R. Numai o feti\u0163\u0103 de 8 ani \u015ftie c\u00e2t e de grea o astfel de decizie. I-am propus: \u201eIa-\u0163i tu una dintre ele, \u015fi \u0163i-o cump\u0103r eu pe cealalt\u0103.\u201d A devenit serioas\u0103: \u201eSe sup\u0103r\u0103 tati pe mine c\u0103 m\u0103n\u00e2nc dulciuri \u015fi-mi stric din\u0163ii.\u201d Am \u00eencercat s\u0103 tatonez: \u201e\u015ei mami nu se sup\u0103r\u0103?\u201d. N-a r\u0103spuns. A l\u0103sat capul \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u015fi a zis: \u201eBine, ia-mi tu bomboanele cu crem\u0103 de caramel, c\u0103-s mai ieftine\u201d. <\/p>\n<p>Atunci m-am g\u00e2ndit prima oar\u0103 s\u0103-\u0163i scriu aceast\u0103 scrisoare, R. Trebuie s\u0103-\u0163i m\u0103rturisesc c\u0103 nu m\u0103 pot ab\u0163ine s\u0103-\u0163i dopez feti\u0163a cu dulciuri, de c\u00e2te ori o prind. E o problem\u0103 foarte serioas\u0103, \u015ftiu. Poate \u2013 zic \u015fi eu, nu dau cu parul \u2013 ar trebui s\u0103 m\u0103 iei de so\u0163ie, sau ceva de genul, s\u0103 m\u0103 for\u0163ezi s\u0103 devin o ma\u015fter\u0103 responsabil\u0103, s-o hr\u0103nesc numai cu spanac, cu br\u00e2nz\u0103 de vaci bio \u015fi cu produse f\u0103r\u0103 aditivi \u015fi conservan\u0163i. Da, \u015ftiu, e o propunere \u00eendr\u0103znea\u0163\u0103; mai ales c\u0103 \u015fi eu, la ora asta, ron\u0163\u0103i ni\u015fte snacks, a c\u0103ror arom\u0103 de bacon nu e dat\u0103, garantat, de \u00eent\u00e2lnirea cu vreun porc adev\u0103rat. Nu de parc\u0103 porcul ar fi vreo legum\u0103 s\u0103n\u0103toas\u0103. <\/p>\n<p>Nu \u00eenchei aceast\u0103 scrisoare, pentru c\u0103 nu m\u0103 satisface, <\/p>\n<p>Ocazional a ta, dar nu mereu, c\u0103 am \u015fi alte treburi,<\/p>\n<p>Mara Ionescu. <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Nu \u00eentotdeauna avem curajul de a duce ni\u015fte lucruri p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103t. 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