.
. I.
not ask me why, but in my strange hobbies, can be found to not press the buttons of the elevators.
That is, starting and I do not like elevators, but if I take one, I try to avoid as much as possible to operate any of the buttons, even used to call them, so sometimes produce awkward situations.
- Are you expecting the elevator? "He asked.
"Yes," replied.
Then spend some time without anyone saying anything.
"But pressed the button? -Often ask then.
"No, I say.
Then, usually, the other tight and take my act as an oversight, and things return to flow, as usual.
The downside is that sometimes the situation does not accept that ending, and you need an explanation, or comment.
- Why not pressed? They ask on these occasions.
"Because when I do confess I feel uncomfortable, incapable of lying. As if part of a mechanism ...
- How a gear?
"Mmm, no, no ... like a gear but it is still feeling uncomfortable, and I dislike.
Usually in this part of the conversation, the other person looks at me and stopped a bit to be convinced that I'm serious.
- Why not use the stairs? Then they ask.
"Because," I confess I found them, but sometimes it is simply because the building was locked, and you are not options.
The other often then press the button on the floor where I am, and fired by some other comments about a case they believe similar:
"I I have a friend who always gives when it stops a step back "or
" A co-worker does not like to mark the 8 when making phone calls, or
"The son of a friend batting poops"
is, dropping one of those phrases that they believe, I suppose, make me feel better.
II.
"What happens to you is exactly like what happens to my cousin, Braulio," he said last time.
- Have not press the elevator buttons?
"No, not that ... but is prone to a small block when you hear a word.
- How ...? So to talk to other crashes all the time ...?
"No, I said it looks bad ... I meant to hang when I say a special word ...
- What word?
-Cemetery.
- ...
-
-Ja ... ... it seems that also happened to us.
"Yes ... I guess that is not much that you can think about a cemetery ...
- ...
- ...
- Could you mark the fifth floor? "I say then.
- Are you in a hurry ...? Do not want to spend the seventh, first ...? "She says.
And without thinking I say good. And go to your room. And we have sex in a chair on a table, and finally, in his room.
then climbed to the roof. And she brings a thermos of coffee, because it's cold.
III.
"You're not much," she says.
"But I was thinking of the word graveyard" I say.
Then we had coffee and watched cars go down without a word.
- What do you think? Then she asks, suddenly.
"I remember once I went to look for someone to tell her cemetery. Was going out of one that is near school where I work and I wanted to go and find a gravestone with a specific name ...
- did someone dead?
"Maybe now I do not know very well ... But the strange thing is that at that time I was sure I would find a headstone with that name ...
- Why?
- How to "why"?
- What did you want to find the stone?
I do not know very well, I confess, "I suppose it was like finding the word" end "to finish a book ...
- And?
- So what?
- Did you find the stone ...?
-No. I did not find "I admitted. But I looked so much ... can not to let her go ...
She then comes over and takes me a bit of an arm, as we look down and see the cars pass, as an image that is repeated in some of these old cinemas rotary .
IV.
Another of my strange hobbies, and this is somewhat new, "is to walk through the railings of the buildings.
I always do when I'm alone and I make sure that no one who observes the situation, because then it means change, and everything would turn into a spectacle.
Moreover, when I do, I usually close my eyes and take a deep breath, and dizziness that plagued me since childhood disappears, as if by magic.
So as I go along, life usually gives little sense, and revealing its value. Thus, while the wind moves the hair I open my hands to feel the air, sometimes perceive something similar to the feeling you get when you have learned something ...
Of course, I wonder why.
not ask me why, but in my strange hobbies, can be found to not press the buttons of the elevators.
That is, starting and I do not like elevators, but if I take one, I try to avoid as much as possible to operate any of the buttons, even used to call them, so sometimes produce awkward situations.
- Are you expecting the elevator? "He asked.
"Yes," replied.
Then spend some time without anyone saying anything.
"But pressed the button? -Often ask then.
"No, I say.
Then, usually, the other tight and take my act as an oversight, and things return to flow, as usual.
The downside is that sometimes the situation does not accept that ending, and you need an explanation, or comment.
- Why not pressed? They ask on these occasions.
"Because when I do confess I feel uncomfortable, incapable of lying. As if part of a mechanism ...
- How a gear?
"Mmm, no, no ... like a gear but it is still feeling uncomfortable, and I dislike.
Usually in this part of the conversation, the other person looks at me and stopped a bit to be convinced that I'm serious.
- Why not use the stairs? Then they ask.
"Because," I confess I found them, but sometimes it is simply because the building was locked, and you are not options.
The other often then press the button on the floor where I am, and fired by some other comments about a case they believe similar:
"I I have a friend who always gives when it stops a step back "or
" A co-worker does not like to mark the 8 when making phone calls, or
"The son of a friend batting poops"
is, dropping one of those phrases that they believe, I suppose, make me feel better.
II.
"What happens to you is exactly like what happens to my cousin, Braulio," he said last time.
- Have not press the elevator buttons?
"No, not that ... but is prone to a small block when you hear a word.
- How ...? So to talk to other crashes all the time ...?
"No, I said it looks bad ... I meant to hang when I say a special word ...
- What word?
-Cemetery.
- ...
-
-Ja ... ... it seems that also happened to us.
"Yes ... I guess that is not much that you can think about a cemetery ...
- ...
- ...
- Could you mark the fifth floor? "I say then.
- Are you in a hurry ...? Do not want to spend the seventh, first ...? "She says.
And without thinking I say good. And go to your room. And we have sex in a chair on a table, and finally, in his room.
then climbed to the roof. And she brings a thermos of coffee, because it's cold.
III.
"You're not much," she says.
"But I was thinking of the word graveyard" I say.
Then we had coffee and watched cars go down without a word.
- What do you think? Then she asks, suddenly.
"I remember once I went to look for someone to tell her cemetery. Was going out of one that is near school where I work and I wanted to go and find a gravestone with a specific name ...
- did someone dead?
"Maybe now I do not know very well ... But the strange thing is that at that time I was sure I would find a headstone with that name ...
- Why?
- How to "why"?
- What did you want to find the stone?
I do not know very well, I confess, "I suppose it was like finding the word" end "to finish a book ...
- And?
- So what?
- Did you find the stone ...?
-No. I did not find "I admitted. But I looked so much ... can not to let her go ...
She then comes over and takes me a bit of an arm, as we look down and see the cars pass, as an image that is repeated in some of these old cinemas rotary .
IV.
Another of my strange hobbies, and this is somewhat new, "is to walk through the railings of the buildings.
I always do when I'm alone and I make sure that no one who observes the situation, because then it means change, and everything would turn into a spectacle.
Moreover, when I do, I usually close my eyes and take a deep breath, and dizziness that plagued me since childhood disappears, as if by magic.
So as I go along, life usually gives little sense, and revealing its value. Thus, while the wind moves the hair I open my hands to feel the air, sometimes perceive something similar to the feeling you get when you have learned something ...
Of course, I wonder why.
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