(photo by Jan Saudek) When life, as it were public, is contrary to the feeling intimate and private, the risk of suffering is inevitable. Tragic.
Many of our beliefs than other people, they are based (alas) on preconceptions and prejudices, or the mere appearance. Obviously, no one bothers to ask a drug addict because you drugs? " or a girl in the street 'cause I'll prostitution. " By bringing these extreme examples mean that the real concern for the other, is something very vague. And this "other " , it will be difficult with a lot of vague neck sign writing "I suffer, help me."
overwhelmed by the thought that no one has the their lexicon, these people throw themselves at the total shambles, through forms of self-harm (clear call for help).
Who is stronger (at least apparently) manages to hide the tangle with ease and confidence within. The facade will be the same as always, maybe people happy and well disposed to the other.
I myself have come to the conclusion that without masks can not be live. Much better to close the door with three turns of his own emotions, rather than allowing the thieves to come in and do stuff.
My life has made this even more difficult, the premature death of loved ones, friends over for some kind of serious reasons (...), the balance of power with men. And it gets muted, inevitably.
And at times like these, when thoughts are elsewhere (and if they go elsewhere sinking deeper into the dark, damn), when you know the night before you will be another sleepless night, would be a scriciolo six years of struggling with a Barbie doll clothes (me in six years I used to do other tasks, but flying over) and think if you put myrrh or incense in the censer. Nothing more. Both continue to receive caresses by unknown hands ( even when already talking about "relationship") that will only see a pretty face that turns its back and the tears that are to sail.
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