Talking about youngsters

I was walking back home this evening when a girl from the back of car full of youngsters passing there shouted at me "Watch your backpack - it's open!" Instantly I got it on the front to check if on the bus someone could have made me the nice surprise of the day. At the same time, a matter of seconds, I heard them laughing loudly. I must confess I did not felt as stupid as I normally feel in these situations. I mean: it wasn't even a joke. It was nothing. It was so idiot that.. nothing. My second thought was "forced labour". A good camp, built in the old way, in which to make them do something of the time they waste so happily and imprudently. It hasn't to be necessarily a prison. It could be an hospital, it could be a garbage dump, it could be a field of crop under the hot sun of midday. I don't know if it is the richness of our days, I don't know if it's the lack of a war or of a big disease that could kill the vast majority of us and make people feel the pain and the seriousness of their actions or non actions. But there's a fact: I feel every day older than before.

When the rain comes

The weather is terrible, isn't it? So dumpy, and terribly hot. (Is it "dumpy" the right word? dunno).
After all, in getting older there aren't only bad things. I am appreciating it. I completely forgot the plot of some of the Aghata Christie's novels. I am so happy. I can re-read them all.

The day before

I am getting old. You realize it when you are tired to do things that weren't a problem for you just few years before. Tomorrow i will have an exam. With all probability I won't pass it. Not the first time, not the last time I fail an exam. Anyway, I feel tired.

It not possible to blame the weather for everything. It mustn't be always the fact that it's hot, or cold or whatever, the reason why we do not get things done. So my conclusion is that I am old. Being old means being not flexible anymore, being repetitive, being tired to be excited-

You know how your life will be (or - better - you think that you know, but life alway surprise us, and not in positive) and you aren't interested at all in what is going on.

The best time ever

Have you ever realized that the best time ever is always a moment that you do not get at all, while you're living it? I am not talking about sex - just to be clear. I am talking about stupidity. You can call it complexity, with a vague sense of hypocrisy, but you know what you feel is only being an idiot.

I was there, I was the star of that movie - but simply I wasn't looking at it. We tend to be more focused on bad things, when they happen. The good things, such as surviving to a possible accident crossing the street, fade without a noise in our daily thoughts.

First of all

Too many people are writing in this exact moment. Here I am, in the crowd, shouting in low voice.
Every sensible title for a blog has already been taken. Or at least every title I would have like to have here. Then I opened the dictionary and pointed my finger on "routinely". It is perfect. I will find a meaning for this later on.