Maggio 2012
44 post
“Introverts, in contrast, may have strong social skills and enjoy parties and business meetings, but after a while wish they were home in their pajamas. They prefer to devote their social energies to close friends, colleagues, and family. They listen more than they talk, think before they speak, and often feel as if they express themselves better in writing than in conversation. They tend to dislike conflict. Many have a horror of small talk, but enjoy deep discussions.”
—Susan Cain, Quiet (via thelaughteroftrees)
I'm feeling quite blue tonight...
As a matter of fact, I can’t think of a single positive thing in the world. All I see is unhappiness, all around me, and loneliness. Lots of. Tons of. I’d like to be able to express my feelings to those who surround me every once in a while, and tell them how lonely I feel sometimes, but for some reason I can’t. I think they may laugh at me for being such a pathetic girl who worries about the destiny of this planet and all that stuff. I like to know what’s going on on this fucking planet, but unfortunately not all people seem to be interested in it as I am. That’s why I feel so lonely sometimes. Like I’m the only one who sees what’s going on. Maybe not the whole truth, but anyway, I’m trying. And when they’ll realize what a mess we’ve made of it, it’ll be too late.
See? I told you I’m feeling blue tonight.
I don’t even know why I’m writing this thing in English, but anyway.
Let’s cut this crap right now.
Adesso mi sento davvero meglio... *faccina ammiccante*
“Vile as the atrocities on 9/11 were, one can easily imagine worse. Suppose that al-Qaeda had been supported by an awesome superpower intent on overthrowing the government of the United States. Suppose that the attack had succeeded: al-Qaeda had bombed the White House, killed the president, and installed a vicious military dictatorship, which killed some fifty thousand to one hundred thousand people, brutally tortured seven hundred thousand, set up a major center of terror and subversion that carried out assassinations throughout the world, and helped establish neo-Nazi “National Security States” elsewhere that tortured and murdered with abandon. Suppose further that the dictatorship brought in economic advisers—call them “the Kandahar boys”—who within a few years drove the economy to one of its worst disasters in U.S. history while their proud mentors collected Nobel Prizes and received other accolades. That would have been vastly more horrendous than 9/11.
And as everyone in Chile knows, it is not necessary to imagine, because it in fact did happen, right here: on “the first 9/11,” September 11, 1973. The only change above is to per capita equivalents, an appropriate measure. But the first 9/11 did not change history, for good reasons: the events were too normal.” —Noam Chomsky, Hopes and Prospects (via spiritlionchild)
And as everyone in Chile knows, it is not necessary to imagine, because it in fact did happen, right here: on “the first 9/11,” September 11, 1973. The only change above is to per capita equivalents, an appropriate measure. But the first 9/11 did not change history, for good reasons: the events were too normal.” —Noam Chomsky, Hopes and Prospects (via spiritlionchild)
↖ should be studying
Stavo pensando che forse dovrei scrivere di più.
Da quando sono qui su Tumblr non ho più un vero e proprio blog; diciamo che questa pagina è semplicemente una raccolta di foto e citazioni che mi hanno colpita e che mi dicono qualcosa, ma non si può certo dire che io riesca ad esprimermi come quando scrivevo ogni giorno su Splinder. Quindi, forse, dovrei auto-aggiornarmi sulla mia vita.
1. Devo dare sette esami entro il 20 di giugno ed ho una strizza mortale di non riuscire a passarli tutti;
2. L’idea che la mia tesi se ne stia buona buona nell’apposita cartella del mio computer in attesa di essere completata mi mette l’ansia, perché non riesco a dedicarle il tempo che meriterebbe;
3. Così come mi mette l’ansia l’idea che a) neanche il mio ragazzo non riesca a passare tutti gli esami, b) se entrambi li passiamo tutti, dovremo prenotare in fretta e furia il volo e cercare una casa e c) se riusciamo a fare le prime due cose, dovremo sicuramente trovarci un lavoro per mantenerci.
Ecco, forse la cosa che più mi spaventa è l’idea di avere davvero l’opportunità di fuggire da questo paese di merda ma, per qualche assurdo motivo, di non riuscire a coglierla in tempo. In ogni caso, sia ringraziata mia madre, che mi ha regalato una seconda (e sburissima) cittadinanza.
Me ne torno a leggere allegri articoli sull’HPV e sul cancro della cervice uterina, saluti.
“« Il vient une heure où protester ne suffit plus: après la philosophie, il faut l’action. »”
—Victor Hugo
- Ivy Walker: When we are married, will you dance with me? I find dancing very agreeable. Why can you not say what is in your head?
- Lucius Hunt: Why can you not stop saying what is in yours? Why must you lead, when I want to lead? If I want to dance I will ask you to dance. If I want to speak I will open my mouth and speak. Everyone is forever plaguing me to speak further. Why? What good is it to tell you you are in my every thought from the time I wake? What good can come from my saying that I sometimes cannot think clearly or do my work properly? What gain can rise of my telling you the only time I feel fear as others do is when I think of you in harm? That is why I am on this porch, Ivy Walker. I fear for your safety before all others. And yes, I will dance with you on our wedding night.
Febbraio 2012
17 post
“I’ve never been lonely. I’ve been in a room - I’ve felt suicidal. I’ve been depressed. I’ve felt awful - awful beyond all - but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me… Or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I’ve never been bothered with because I’ve always had this terrible itch for solitude. It’s being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I’ll quote Ibsen, “The strongest men are the most alone.” I’ve never thought, “Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I’ll feel good.” No, that won’t help. You know the typical crowd, “Wow, it’s Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?” Well, yeah. Because there’s nothing out there. It’s stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I’ve never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn’t want to hide in factories. That’s all. Sorry for all the millions, but I’ve never been lonely. I like myself. I’m the best form of entertainment I have. Let’s drink more wine!”
—Charles Bukowski
