Men, Women and Other Aliens · Thoughts

“Am I still young?”

Well. I had resumed going out quite consistently over the weekend, if I didn’t have to work, then a World Pandemic broke out … ..

Thr0ugh The Mirr0r

34_giovane fuori

On a Friday night, it was once a disco with the guy. Then pub with friends. Then fish night with the family.
… now it’s washing machine night.
Something must have gone wrong at some point, but I don’t understand what.

To be honest, if I wanted to go out, I would just have to text someone and I would find some friends right away. The point is: I don’t want to.
And it’s not just because I’ve worked so hard this week and I’ve had the flu (to tell the truth, I’ve worked with the flu), it’s a general feeling of being old.

The first symptom was when my friend Luna told me she was going to an outdoor concert and I told her to not forget the sunscreen rather than flirt with the cutest guy she could find.

But who am I kidding? This is not the first…

View original post 606 altre parole

Thoughts

“Pandemia”

One year.

Thr0ugh The Mirr0r

You know, it’s curious that the moment you have plenty of time to write, you lose your words.

Because any word seems banal, already said, inexperienced, deafening, absurd, surreal. Like this pandemic.

Pandemic.

I didn’t think I’d ever see one, lived one. Like many I felt in an era where pollution or digital would have been the enemies. The atomics. But a pandemic.
It looks like a movie and it’s not. And there is no end in sight. And you stay at home, you stay positive (no, I can’t do it much, let’s face it), clinging to the hope of common sense, of a cure, of an end. Of a new beginning.

And the words remain empty.

View original post

Men, Women and Other Aliens · Thoughts

“The First Love is never forgotten… ( but which?)” – part III

Thr0ugh The Mirr0r

Previosly: “The First Love is never forgotten… ( but which?)” – part I“The First Love is never forgotten… ( but which?)” – part II

The important stages. So first kiss. First I love you. First time.

First time.

Omg how vague we are. What an insurmountable taboo. “First time”. The first time of what ???? Who do the dishes? What did you read a book?
No.

The first time you have sex.
Sex. I said it. And I wasn’t thunderstruck!

Everyone in nature does it, so why all this fear of naming it? It’s not Voldemort!

However, my first time was not with The footballer. Throughout the chaos, sex has never been consumed.

How it happened that didn’t happen I have no idea!

The Shy.

Before him I had been dating only guys of a certain type, of the assholes type, so to speak. One way or another…

View original post 276 altre parole

Men, Women and Other Aliens · Thoughts

“The First Love is never forgotten… ( but which?)” – part II

Double doubts

Thr0ugh The Mirr0r

Previosly:“The First Love is never forgotten… ( but which?)” – part I

The important stages. So first kiss. First I love you. First time.

The first I love you.

I want to emphasize that I am not telling certain brawls!

If anything, if I really must, I do it in writing. Oh god I will be alien eh, but the sound of those words makes me a mega extreme allergic attack effect that even if I pass through a tunnel among trees in full bloom.

It has always been like this, while my friends were telling it to everyone, nevertheless of whether to their partner or the Hollywood star of the moment, I have always chosen to say it in other ways.

And this is the only point on which I’m glad I’m not English because otherwise I would have been fucked!

But a couple of times it has…

View original post 288 altre parole

Men, Women and Other Aliens · Thoughts

“The First Love is never forgotten… ( but which?)” – part I

Doubts

Thr0ugh The Mirr0r

Today I saw Cappellino Viola – I know, what a stupid name! But the first time I met his green eyes he was wearing this senseless purple hat and not knowing the name, class, age … he got this nickname.

I haven’t seen him for so many years that I didn’t identify him for a moment.

He was leaning against the door of the car, doing gas, talking impatiently to the phone. I sit two cars behind. He didn’t see me.

I do, and I thought that it’s always nice to see your First Love again.

No?

But is he?

Risultati immagini per doubt gifA Hamletic doubt has sneaked into me for days, it was certainly the first colossal crush in high school (at the time the Nameless was still just a friend – and yes, we had nicknames for everyone like in the bookstores of b series), I crossed he in the passages…

View original post 601 altre parole

Men, Women and Other Aliens · Thoughts

“Is it too difficult to ask: «would you like a coffee?»”

Three years ago, and nothing is changed.
What is the problem with the the classic “hook up” in the streets. There is no more!!! Which means that the idea of ​​the convent is once again at stake! Walking for a while among tourists, almost all foreign shopkeepers, some guy is there, but on his own. Some girl is there, but heatedly chatting with friends and not looking around in the slightest.
What does it matter, then an App will take care of making them meet…

Thr0ugh The Mirr0r

“Hello, do you have a needle and thread? I would like to sew a button. “[1]

 

After reading this sentence on facebook, I had seriously thought of closing with the male gender. End of the games, I’m going to the convent. Because women do not attract me in the slightest, but if the level of courtship of men has dropped that much, perhaps the enclosure is not just a choice but even one of the most suitable.

But then I realised that Someone could have argued  a bit about my relationship to say the least fluctuating with religion, and my personality not accustomed to too rigid rules.

And then the alarm at 5 for the Lauds? Noooooo way!

WhoMakesMeDoIt!!


But the question remains. What happened to the courtships of the past?

I do not speak of who knows what twist but about the beloved, old, simple and direct…

View original post 1.016 altre parole

Thoughts

“Once upon a time (and still)”

Once upon a time, in a boot-like land there was, a perplexed girl who wondered why, despite being inadequate and a bad example for little girls, princesses of fairy tales always defeated villains.

Thr0ugh The Mirr0r

Once upon a time, in a boot-like land there was, a perplexed girl who wondered why, despite being inadequate and a bad example for little girls, princesses of fairy tales always defeated villains.

Saved Aurora, a poor little girl that has been relegated to live with three naughty “aunts” at the confines of civilization and banned from the Realm when it would have been enough to say to her images“Dearest you have been cursed because we are so foolish that we did not invite the most powerful witch of the Universe to your baptism, so stay away from the archers! >>, and instead, she is ignorant and confused, like every adolescent we know, as soon as she can, she tries to get away from the boring life she leads; And his brave Prince Philip, who, after all, gains his glory, riding in the trenches and defeating the…

View original post 960 altre parole

Men, Women and Other Aliens · Thoughts

“Life is not a Movie”

Life is not a movie.
Life is not a novel.
Life is not, undoubtedly, a movie based of a novel.

Thr0ugh The Mirr0r

Life is not a movie.
Life is not a novel.
Life is not, undoubtedly, a movie based of a novel.

I know, I did not have to tell you; But it is good to rehiterate it because from time to time we tend to forget it and it’s easy to find our selfeves complicating everything.

– And even if it was, a movie or novel I mean, my writer must have been drunk, that would explain many things, such as the systematic alternation of empty and flat periods and others when I perpetually go into trouble. –

Come on, do not tell me you have never fantasized when your hand have met the one of an unknown stranger over the last litre of milk, your eyes crossed and to “take it” <<no, you were first >> << I insist, take it >> << you are so kind, I just needed…

View original post 797 altre parole