I'm bored. I'm bored galore. I thought I would never say this, but I'm bored to desperation ... and, if possible, beyond. This afternoon of minutes are hours and hours that are decades I have been busy reading the Herald's weekly supplement. There, almost at the last page, Paulo Coelho signed an article entitled "The vitriol or bitterness." There is a very suggestive title, really. And that despite the wonderful sound of the word vitriol. So I left for the final.
But still half sleepy, has managed to pique my interest when I passed the third paragraph that begins with a resounding "All human beings have bitterness in your body, ..." True, I said. Not for me to deny it.
The fourth is to develop the idea: "Some people, motivated by the desire to build a world that can not penetrate any external threat, over-fortify their defenses against the outside (unfamiliar people, new places, different experiences) and leave Stripping interior. "
And I, in the midst of my stupor I saw in this, very clearly, the definition of some ORNIS, which is not known what mechanisms your head, are able to create a barrier around you that laugh of the Great Wall!
Hombrepordios! We're not teenagers!
Best Article, the end. It Coelho, which is not my cup of tea, what I am going to cheat, shines with a pithy paragraph. "The only sour note their chronic disease once a week: Sunday afternoons. Then, when not working or immersed in the routine that relieves symptoms, he realizes that something is wrong. No good. "
cast the first stone will not feel anything like any Sunday. Ready!
