Small talk

You know, those old ladies in the supermarket who try to engage on a conversation with you and won´t let go until they´re ready with what they have to say and actually never are unless you put an end to the conversation yourself by leaving with your heart aching because you just abandoned someone who just needed to talk because they got no one to talk to?
I pray everyday i never want to be that old lady.

E.T . Home.

After writing the last post, i started thinking about how many places i had lived in since i was born and came to a total of 19 places.

I have had 19 different homes in the last 31 years, in 5 different countries.
This is HUGE compared to other people.

Funny how i´d never thought about this before... but maybe this is why i can never stay in one place for too long? I´m just too used to moving around all the time.
I´ve been accustomed to seeing and living something new continuously since my youngest age. Maybe this is also the reason why i get bored very quickly by everything?
The worse, is that i actually can´t decide if this is harming me more than it is benefiting my life.

Maybe that´s my pattern: to always have a lot of things that never last for a long time. Just like the people i love(d). They too never last(ed) for a long time.

I am so getting myself a "best-before date" tag.

Things...

Things... Who need things? I don´t. Things usually prevent you to go away when you want to. So basically, i just store "things" in my head. Funnily enough, i fail to memorize a lot of things, but there are things i can´t forget, like the toys our father gave us and that got stolen when my sister and i were kids. Those things i´d like to still have and carry around forever.

Happy birthday Jesus

Merry christmas y´all. I´m voluntarily not writing christmas with a big C because it just doesn´t deserve it.

J´attends.

C´est long cette attente avant la mort.

Oui bon, ce que je qualifie là d´attente s´appelle en fait la VIE. D´habitude, je la trouve trop courte mais parfois, je la trouve trop longue.

Longue est cette attente quand je pense qu´une fois au ciel seront réunis tous les gens que j´aime: ceux qui sont déjà partis et qui me manquent amèrement, et ceux qui sont encore là, dont la distance nous désunit et qui me manquent chèrement.
Alors, je n´imagine meilleur enivrement que le jour où j´irai là où les notions de temps et de distance n´existeraient plus, au paradis, retrouver ceux que j´aime.

D´aucuns trouveront que je suis complètement dingo mais, la vie c´est la mort.
Et si j´osais l´avouer, je dirais même que j´ai hâte qu´on meurt tous pour pouvoir tous vivre ensemble.


PS: Non je n´ai pas envie de me suicider! Ca serait grotesque de louper la fin du film dans lequel je tiens le rôle principal!
En revanche j´ai une requête à formuler à Dieu: "Cher Dieu, faites que ça passe vite. Mais pas trop quand même. (Et si t´es pas content et que tu sais pas quoi faire parce que je me contredis, t´avais qu´à pas inventer la femme)".

Love?

How do you know you love someone? What makes a relationship last? How long is it supposed to last? Is it legitimate to run a relationship like you´d run a company? Why is it "man" of my life and not "men"?