One of the worst things a person can accumulate in one's life experience is. Let us give due credit to avoid surprises, let us give a commendation, a good rating for all the sunshine that has managed to avoid us, for all those crossroads where we have been able to choose the right path, and that, pulling a long sigh of relief , later proved to be the right choice, at least for us, at least in that circumstance. Let's put on the cross
But for all that prevents us, giudichiamola also for what it actually does not allow us to live: the wickedness, improvisation, that buzz that you feel under the skin when we believe, in no uncertain terms, to go where seems dark to take stakes, falling in the mud or just to collect a big challenge.
The more mundane personal example that comes to mind is indisputably linked to the first kiss. Go, take the mood softie.
The first kiss of the shameless author of this blog, much like the monkey who covers his eyes in the horizontal bar, it was completely random, you probably tried but not quite wanted.
Estate in half between second and third grade. It was the period when the "bomber" jacket was the right set to boost commercial el "Aprilia SR" was the scooter without which you would never really been someone. Well, put the hair, the heat of August and we're all there.
I was at a friend's house, hook situation specially created by some of us to get a free pass. The plan was simple, "we bring it there and see what happens. Oh, the first coming in the middle is the coolest."
For my other friends had already happened, so the anxiety was the last to remain strong in those of us who were left behind, the summer was running out, you could not go outside the group, especially for this kind of thing . I was childishly
engaged to a girl smaller than a year, Manuela (which now has assets of a husband and two children in the Annex). She was brunette, cute, blue eyes and a really endless chatter. Often my friends asked me to overcome the embarrassment, kiss her, at least to keep her quiet. I had tried more than once, but the grip in my stomach always won against the desire to experience the sensation of the lips moist. The questions were many, but how? But how do I do with the language? But I have to turn, spin? The mica should I hide? And how the hell breath? Panic, absolutely to conceal.
We get the point. Living room, me, her and three other couples scattered secluded. Soft lighting, two usual crap, so she knew, I knew it was only a matter of moving your neck more than the limit laid down by puberty. I kissed her and everything was in a truly spontaneous accompaniment to fish lips, nasal breathing is not uncomfortable and regular Wheeling language around that of my beautiful. There
staccato, not after what I remember.
return home, led to glory by the group, I had not even won the champions league, I stopped to think. Probababilmente kissed her more to be like others who will and there I was wrong. It was my first kiss, net of smiles, I'd wasted. Nothing and no one could ever give me this opportunity.
The experience gave me a rule: the first time, the real one, it must be with someone you really feel the need. That need.
experience, gained from the reaction that everyone has, or maybe just me, often decide to do one thing rather than another, thinking that our reaction is again the same, already proven in the past. What, however, tells us that it is right to see her so? If time passes and we, perhaps, to change, what that tells us that we do something away from us, actually, it can still be really? The experience forbids us to test us in some way. We prefer to be sure of ourselves more than agree to do something different than we are accustomed to seeing each other? Could this be a speech universally valid? Friendship for example, we believe that for us the concept of giving or receiving of friendship is always the same? We are ready to change their way of thinking give or receive?
And perhaps it is not the same experience that makes us change your mind about things? It seems so.
So if the experiences change diametrically different points of view, actually, what it's use as a barometer?
not you ask me. I am the monkey who is not looking. The upper one.
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