Nu, de data asta n-am mai baut asa mult, dar am fost ametit rau 
. Recent a fost ziua a doua motate foarte dragi mie, mai intai Vero, mai apoi Adela. S-a lasat cu cantec si dubla ocazie. La Vero s-a lasat si cu inelus, felicitari tu, ma bucur nespus. La Adela inca nu s-a lasat cu inelus, dar la ea ocazia 2 a fost ca se muta inapoi la Sibiu. In sfarsit cineva care lasa Bucurestiul asta imbacsit pentru un alt oras, desi cred ca Sibiul este mai mult decat un oras. Numai respect sefa! Mai ales ca tie iti plac drumurile care au marcaje si in laterale… pentru ca drumurile fara dungile albe din lateral sunt mai triste, nu? Am sa tin minte treaba asta.
In alta ordine de idei… iarasi m-am facut de rasul curcilor. Pe fondul consumului de neuroni, calorii, corcoduse, pietre si alte scopuri, ieri dimineata am plecat de-acasa mai mult cu ochii inchisi. Seara cand am ajuns acasa si m-am descaltat nu mica mi-a fost mirarea cand am vazut si eu peisajul de mai jos in timp real…
Da, alea-s picioarele mele putin paroase (cred ca am sa le tund in curand) pe care le bag zilnic in cate o belea si pe care ieri le-am incaltat diferit, ca sa nu mai confund pe dreptul cu stangul! Si ala albastru misto e covorul de la frate-mio de-acasa. Daca faceti abstractie de mizeria de pe el (maine dau cu aspiratorul, sau dam…) o sa vedeti ca e chiar dragut covorul. Mie-mi place.
Razi…
Alex
Categorisit la Invitati, La el acasa | Etichete: banc, bancuri, optimism, pesimism, realism, zambet
Dupa ceva vreme… un banc bun.
Pesimistul vede intr-un tunel intunericul…,
Optimistul vede lumina de la capatul lui,
Realistul vede luminile trenului care vine,
Mecanicul de locomotiva vede trei idioti pe sina !
Categorisit la Cine Ma la el acasa, Invitati, La el acasa, Noptiera lui | Etichete: copii, mi-a luat-o altul inainte, oscar si tanti roz, sustin mecenat, turla
Astazi puteam sa va povestesc de unde este citatul din titlu, dar doar am sa va precizez. Este dintr-o carte, Oscar si Tanti Roz. Carte prezentata foarte… inspirat (nu gasesc un adjectiv potrivit), de Alex aici. Asa ca nu mai incerc eu nimic, ca ma fac de ras. Multumesc Alex, si dupa cum vezi, nu ti-am mai zis Tombe, si am schimbat si in blogroll .
Apropo de blogroll, puteam sa va spun si despre link-urile noi de acolo. Pot dar nu vreau.
Apropo de copii puteam sa va spun despre Mecenat si banner-ul din stanga. Aici este fiecare cu constiinta lui, nu ma bag.
Apoi ce m-a torturat astazi… ziarele de propaganda electorala din cutiile de compact, dar decat sa vorbesc despre politica…
Pfff, mai era si Turla si cantecul lui care-mi place, dar n-am voie deocamdata (l-am ascultat in varianta demo… cred ca mi-a luat-o altul inainte, dar am fost printre primii… feels good – thanks Vero!!!)
Mai erau ceva trebusoare, dar eu doar am sa pun o melodie.
Gasim intotdeauna doar ceea ce cautam
Ratacind pe ici, pe colo, un caine urias ajunse intr-o odaie care avea pe toti peretii oglinzi imense.
Astfel, se vazu dintr-o data inconjurat de caini. Se infurie, incepu sa scrasneasca din dinti si sa maraie. Fireste, si cainii din oglinda facura la fel, descoperindu- si coltii fiorosi.
Cainele nostru incepu sa se invarta vertiginos intr-o parte si in alta pentru a se apara de atacatori, dupa care – latrand cu furie – se arunca asupra unuia dintre presupusii sai adversari. In urma puternicei izbituri in oglinda, cazu la pamant fara suf1are si plin de sange.
Daca ar fi dat din coada prieteneste o singura data, toti cainii din oglinda ar fi raspuns in acelasi fel. Si intalnirea lor ar fi fost o sarbatoare!!
Era odata un barbat care sedea la marginea unei oaze la intrarea unei cetati din Orientul Mijlociu. Un tanar se apropie intr-o buna zi si il intreba:
- Nu am mai fost niciodata pe aici. Cum sunt locuitorii acestei cetati?
Batranul ii raspunse printr-o intrebare:
- Cum erau locuitorii cetatii de unde vii?
- Egoisti si rai. De aceea ma bucur ca am putut pleca de acolo.
- Asa sunt si locuitorii acestei cetati, raspunse batranul.
Putin dupa aceea, un alt tanar se apropie de omul nostru si ii puse aceeasi intrebare:
- Abia am sosit in acest tinut. Cum sunt locuitorii acestei cetati?
Omul nostru raspunse cu aceeasi intrebare:
- Cum erau locuitorii cetatii de unde vii?
- Erau buni, marinimosi, primitori, cinstiti. Aveam multi prieteni acolo si cu greu i-am parasit.
- Asa sunt si locuitorii acestei cetati, raspunse batranul.
Un negutator care isi aducea pe acolo camilele la adapat auzise aceste convorbiri si, pe cand cel de-al doilea tanar se indeparta, se intoarse spre batran si ii zise cu repros:
- Cum poti sa dai doua raspunsuri cu totul diferite la una si aceeasi intrebare pe care ti-o adreseaza doua persoane?
- Fiule, fiecare poarta lumea sa in propria-i inima. Acela care nu a gasit nimic bun in trecut nu va gasi nici aici nimic bun. Dimpotriva, acela care a avut si in alt oras prieteni va gasi si aici tovarasi credinciosi si de incredere. Pentru ca, vezi tu, oamenii nu sunt altceva decat ceea ce stim noi sa gasim in ei.
Categorisit la La el acasa | Etichete: angajament, barbati, cal alb, femei, ganduri
Explicam de curand la Costy care-i diferenta intre gandirea feminina si cea masculina. De fapt nu-i explicam, ca doar n-am devenit eu vreun guru al psihologiei, ci doar incercam sa-i redau poveste amuzanta de mai jos. Nu conteaza daca e adevarata sau daca are sens, dar pe mine m-a amuzat!
Let’s say a guy named Roger is attracted to a woman named Elaine. He asks her out to a movie, she accepts, and they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else.
And then one evening when they’re driving home, a thought occurs to Elaine, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: “Do you realize that, as of tonight, we’ve been seeing each other for exactly six months?” And then there is silence in the car. To Elaine, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself: Geez, I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he’s been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I’m trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn’t want, or isn’t sure of.
And Roger is thinking: Gosh. Six months.
And Elaine is thinking: But, hey, I’m not so sure I want this kind of relationship, either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I’d have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily toward… I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we heading toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person?
And Roger is thinking: …so that means it was…let’s see…February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer’s, which means… lemme check the odometer…Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.
And Elaine is thinking: He’s upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I’m reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed – even before I sensed it – that I was feeling some reservations. Yes, I bet that’s it. That’s why he’s so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He’s afraid of being rejected.
And Roger is thinking: And I’m gonna have them look at the transmission again. I don’t care what those morons say, it’s still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. What cold weather? It’s 87 degrees out, and this thing is shifting like a garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves $600.
And Elaine is thinking: He’s angry. And I don’t blame him. I’d be angry, too. I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can’t help the way feel. I’m just not sure.
And Roger is thinking: They’ll probably say it’s only a 90-day warranty… scumballs.
And Elaine is thinking: Maybe I’m just too idealistic, waiting for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I’m sitting right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic fantasy.
And Roger is thinking: Warranty? They want a warranty? I’ll give them a warranty. I’ll take their warranty and……….
“Roger,” Elaine says aloud.
“What?” says Roger, startled.
“Please don’t torture yourself like this,” she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. “Maybe I should never have… Oh God, I feel so…” (She breaks down, sobbing.)
“What?” says Roger.
“I’m such a fool,” Elaine sobs. “I mean, I know there’s no knight. I really know that. It’s silly. There’s no knight, and there’s no horse.”
“There’s no horse?” says Roger.
“You think I’m a fool, don’t you?” Elaine says.
“No!” says Roger, glad to finally know the correct answer.
“It’s just that… it’s that I… I need some time,” Elaine says.
There is a 15-second pause while Roger, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work. “Yes,” he says. Elaine, deeply moved, touches his hand.
“Oh, Roger, do you really feel that way?” she says.
“What way?” says Roger.
“That way about time,” says Elaine.
“Oh,” says Roger. “Yes.”
Elaine turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a horse. At last she speaks. “Thank you, Roger,” she says.
“Thank you,” says Roger. Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn, whereas when Roger gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a tennis match between two Czechoslovakians he never heard of. A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him that something major was going on back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand what, and so he figures it’s better if he doesn’t think about it.
The next day Elaine will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, expression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible ramification. They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it, either.
Meanwhile, Roger, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend of his and Elaine’s, will pause just before serving, frown, and say: “Norm, did Elaine ever own a horse?”
And that’s the difference between men and women.
