Human nature

Or a friend in need is a friend indeed

Back on those days when my college was driving me crazy with her men stories, there was one time that I couldn’t take more and I sent an SMS to different pals. I don’t remember exactly the words, but it was a call for help. I didn’t intend it as a test or something like that, but it turned out to be an interesting catalyzer of those personalities.

1. The action person: Her immediate reaction was something like “where are you? do you want me to pick you up? what do you need me to do?”
2. The cool person: She was like “calm down, baby! Everything is going to be fine. Don’t worry!”
3. The party person: Her answer was: “There’s a party on saturday evening. Do you come with me?”
4. The quite person: I’m still waiting for an answer. No. Not really.

Have a nice weekend, if possible with good friends!

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Adaptation by natural selection?

I have a neighbor, N. She’s blind. I’ve seen her a couple of times mastering the streets with her white cane. Sometimes early in the morning in direction to the metro. Some other  times in the afternoon, coming from the metro home.

The other day, I was going to my place from the metro and I saw N trying to go in the opposite direction. She was at the border of the sidewalk. At that time, there was a construction in progress blocking the corner. So, most of the pedestrians just moved one meter to the right to cross the street. But not N.

N walked left about 20 meters away from the corner. When I met her, she was shouting with frustration because none was there to help her cross the street. I went close to enough so she could hear that it was save to go over. When she reached the opposite sidewalk, it was of course not at the corner but where some bikes were parked preventing her to go straight.

N became louder and louder, swearing with such a desperation. I tried to help her find her way, but the only answer to my “where do you want to go?” was just a meaningless “over there, over there!”.  What does “over there” mean, if nobody points a direction?  

Her voice was increasing with her frustration. The people passing by, not only pretended not to hear but also not to see anything. A mother took closer her daughter (the girl was about 7), like wanting to protect her from the whole situation.

It was pointless try to reason with N. So, I just stand close enough to make sure she moved safely until she finally found the way.

As I continued going home, I was thinking if there was a way to make such situations easier for my neighbor. I could not come up with something, but suddenly, I recognized myself in that situation. 

Not long ago, I was angry with the world. I used to take any, let’s say, unfortunate circumstance as personal, as a conspiration of the world against me. I was so angry, that some people preferred to ignore me, because the ones wanting to help received my anger and frustration.

I don’t know how, but at some point I realized, that it was insane to expect the world adapting to me. I only wish, adaptation were easier for everybody.

Workout motivation

When I signed up in the gym, my goals were to lose weight and improve my condition. I worked hard on these goals for a while and now I feel not only good but also proud of myself for achieving them. Now that fall has arrived and the daylight is getting shorter and shorter is also getting harder to be motivated. I have no athletic ambitions like Rusty, I’ve never up for competitions. So, I needed something that keeps the spirit up. I think, I found it!

I had finished my training and was getting ready to go home in the changing room. It was full that day, women all around. A woman, around her thirties, brunette, with long curly black hair, came from the showers with nothing else than a towel around her body. She had a very nice, opulent figure.

Her locker was in front of mine. She sat on the bench facing me and, without any sight contact, started to lotion her legs, one on a stool so that I could see her deepest thought, if you know what I mean (ed. note: only a rhetoric resource). As she didn’t see in my direction, not that I noticed at least, I just thought: “No, no. This means nothing.”

When she was finished with her legs, she put her slip on and left the the towel fall. Then she started rubbing her firm breasts, always in my direction, but without any little glimpse to me. The whole time, I had to think, wtf? what’s going on here? if it’s something going on at all.

By that time, all my stuff was in my bag. I closed my locker and turned to the exit as she never looked at me. And then I hear: “Bye”...

“Bye!” She said “bye” to me!!!

I swear to god, it happened! I didn’t dream it. It did happen.

I found my motivation to keep working out!

Have a nice weekend.