A bit of good. Aaah.
Yesterday was a day very tiring and very rewarding.
I took note of my needs, and after quite a bit I decided to concentrate on myself rather than wait for someone porgesse his hand to ask me to leave the house.
A colleague of mine was planning a visit to the crypt of the Capuchin Friars at the Church of the Via Veneto, I had accepted the invitation with pleasure, and waited for news. Somehow I had thrown a hook indicating a date for the meeting, only to receive from the pit party on the day of the planned trip.
Now, I'll just sports and old-fashioned, but for me a delay or failure to appear for an appointment have a good reason to ignore someone to death to say, I adapt my life to you, deny it to relax my brain to share my time with you, and liquid my concern and my generosity as a smallness of postponed until a later date ..?
Still, I had a craving for Chinese food unjustifiably mad by God knows what, I have accepted invitations in this regard by relatives and friends who have yet to "let me know." I can not wait for your convenient to fit my small needs, you realize ..? And sure, I will force myself on you, with my deadlines, my date and my schedule, but damn, it's the least we should do when you want to do something, right?
Seriously, I'm sick of the lack of making plans, this lukewarm indolence that characterizes modern man's ability to make decisions.
Ok, it will sound arrogant and presumptuous, but personally I do not give a shit.
Ultimately we are all arrogant or conceited, no? And 'human nature to make us so, to make us believe everyone is unique and essential only because the world is seen from the edge of our point of view, the point of view of finite beings and incomplete.
Oh well, this I know. I know that others have other reasons for living than to please me, and I understand that being ignored or not being taken into account at times is also quite obvious and legitimate and that is why when I organize something with someone I dedicate the success of a project.
That said, yesterday I heard these my two desires, and I did it alone, and is the main theme that I could do it.
I went with my father early in the morning to pick up the new computer (which is already making me stark mad) as a properly programmed, and this practice I'm resolved to direct the church to visit.
I was no change for the offer, but after many vicissitudes to change 5 euro healthy (which confirmed that people sucks), I was preparing the crypt, I was disappointed by its small size, but certainly fascinated by the content.
In a sense, the ultimate meaning of such a place is it not that of a garbage can for useless stuff?
Bones, the "scrap" the last of a human body, something that is not even worthy of being eaten by worms.
The site of the monastery used an expression full of meaning in this sense:
the Christian belief in resurrection is the message I wanted to pass on those who have structured this work of art with this decorative material really poor. "Really poor."
There is a reason the nails or hair are considered "dirt" once cut off from the body, the human body, after all, is an annoying box, a wrapper for the rot that allows the soul to interact with other souls in this level of existence ... As long as "alive" is a valuable tool for the aging of our spirit in relationship to others and our surroundings, but once finished its cycle, it's just something to discard.
The Capuchin crypt was so full of these remains that they did not know where to put them. So why not use them as a "decoration"? Use the remains of a deceased person as furniture certainly sounds unseemly, perverse and foolish in our modern view of things, but in the spiritual contemplation of the promise of eternal life is completely perfect, it is perhaps the most obvious thing to do? I am
in the mind of Von Hagens plastination and scandals of order "moral" generated by its fascinating performance. Let's be honest, nobody cares nothing for the dignity of human beings, see the enthusiasm with which they are allowed in stem cell experiments, only gives annoying people with their own eyes see the matter, vulgar and easily recyclable, which we compounds.
Nobody likes the idea of \u200b\u200bdying, although we are always aware of this inevitable eventuality. The second wish
heard about Chinese food (and you are free to turn up their noses when I talk about food immediately after speaking of corpses).
After visiting it, I wandered to the center, and I opted loschissimo for a restaurant near the Trevi Fountain to satisfy my appetite, if not more excited to taste a plate of noodles for 4 €, after seeing the menu in the area take 12 € for a pizza Margherita.
- I ordered a portion of spring rolls, the aforementioned spaghetti with pork, potato chips and a bottle of water. I spent € 11.30, and this is indecent, but at least I have put an end to a visceral need for me to be languishing in bloody months.
Among other things I had never eaten the noodles! It 'was quite disturbing, I've got just stuck a fork and I saw' skein is solid transparent Filini I almost regret the choice, but the final taste was nice! I am happy that my aversion to soy is finally over!
After the meal, I wandered a little longer for the center to finish my wandering
Feltrinelli. Even there, a little personal vendetta: I read a free ride
Music of Mishima on one of the chairs "courtesy"> 3> The Return of Scroccodile Dae X'd!
- Um, I do not think to review it, but it was a pretty scary reading! The plot itself was very vulgar, and even the theme of psychoanalysis, but the writing style is always refined and "detached", Mishimesco very, very "western".
Mishima is so decadent! I understand why waste so abrasively his intellectual political writings in his! I love the duality of this author ... I feel very akin to my way of being and feeling, I like to identify with him.
is why perhaps the whole book is my favorite character Hanai: that is fascinating, helpless and so accustomed to disappointment makes me a kindred spirit - I love the laziness as opposed to its expressive power and the nervousness of the bottom!
To close the day, I went to a clothing store fetish / loli on the Via Appia,
Susie, to buy the corsets that I had seen on the internet.
I decided to go to that location instead of relying on their account on Ebay because I wanted to make sure the quality of materials, sizes available and how it fits me, me in particular to avoid postage, haha!
I was playing with the intention of buying a single brace at the end I have brought two, a bass, which holds only life, troiesco in very truth, and a high, which supports the breast, much more elegant and "Victorian" .
I am very happy with my purchases!
I ended the day with my father's appointment by going to the metro station, sore feet because of the long walks on the cobblestones and the heart full for myself finally granted this right.
