The road I live on Fourth is one-way travel and at the end too close to pass two cars at once. I see her come out of them, from afar. It 'obvious, he wants to take the road against traffic. So accelerometers, what the heck, I have to get there before I was in that narrow, I have every right, they are wrong. We stop, against each other at this point, who passed away?
Still, impassive, determined to go all night, they must be to back down, what the heck, they are at fault!
Them? Yes, because two guys in the car, with that air of defiance to the series but, as I'm allowed to block the asshole? ".
not desist. With a wave of his hand I do understand that they must back off, I have to go I do not give up. Who is driving you browse, engage reverse, it makes me room to pass, but just enough so that I could tell through the window "But tbsp yes? Nu 'carabbinier? Translation quartaiuolo / Italian: "Who are you? A policeman? "
is' yes, because to comply with the rules is necessary that there be a policeman, or, Fuck the law, the Code the road of civilized life.
recounting the episode a few days after my partner in silence for as long as the story, shakes his head, looks at me and says, "but who the hell makes you do ...."
You know, the whole story is the thing that saddened me the most. By now we are surrounded by
advice "but who the hell makes you do ..." every opportunity we can to end an argument with that statement, think about it, maybe it happened to you to hear it, how did you stay?
It 's a deadly phrase, a kind of stab in the side that has the power to question any initiative you take, your way of being and thinking.
accept a job more challenging, " but who the hell makes you do ...", you decide to do a diet, " but who the hell makes you do ...", smoke a cigarette, "but who the fuck you I doing ... ", you pissed off with what on-site parking for the disabled will not be entitled," but who the hell makes you do ... "you get mad at their children because they did not comply with the rules," but who fuck makes you do ... "want to throw a bulky, it loads into the car and you take it to the store Lenza Long Way," but who the hell makes you do ... ", do the separation, filled the house with cardboard, glass, metal," but who the hell makes you do ... ", go to vote, hoping that things will change," but Who the fuck makes you do ... .
A life in the shadow of " but who the hell makes you do ..." to the point of conditions, to make me think.
By now every time I think I would like to take initiative, something I would do .... A moment later clicks in my mind a " but who the fuck am I doing ...", maybe you should give up.
And then, I say to you dear friend that you're reading now, are you sure that you have nothing better to do? You came on this blog to read the crap I'm writing, think about it, I tell you frankly, " but who the fuck you do that?" ....
Erbavvelenata