.
. She wanted to marry the old with the dress that had belonged to his grandmother, and mother ... and even hoped I could use a future daughter if things do not change so much and ritual survived a generation without becoming absurd.
He, however, saw in it something similar to self-deception, knowing very well the problems of in-laws and thought that the dress was not the purity that she attributed to him, and added even deny that it was simply a lie.
- A lie?! "She said.
"Of course it would be a lie," he said.
then fell silent, looking in different directions.
I, meanwhile, was in a chair in front of them, feigning seriousness and even scoring a few phrases in a notebook that I had borrow my friend, the real marriage counselor.
- What for you is a lie? I asked the guy to keep up the charade.
"I do not know ... something that is not true ..." he said.
- And for you? I asked the woman.
- Why me? "
- What is for you lying? "I clarified.
- In general?
"Yes, in general.
"The same, I guess ... something that is not true ..." she said.
"So you agree that" I said, acting as I had recommended. They
nodded.
Then I asked a few facts to everyone, to fill some chips. She was nearly thirty years and thirty-two. Both were professional and, unlike me, they earned good wages and should not pretend to be what they were, to make ends meet.
"Now," I said, addressing the problem, although the specific problem is a dress, one of you spoke of self-deception ... and I'd like to clarify that point.
"I have nothing to clarify" the woman said.
"I spoke of self-deception," then said the man, because I think when talking about the dress and the generations inherit happiness and has even been said, is putting aside the bad relationship between my wife's parents ...
- I'm not your wife! "She interrupted.
"Well, the bad relationship of her parents," corrected the man.
"My parents are not bad," said the woman. That is, they have problems, like everyone, but only normal ... what happens in real life, say ... I think you Shall clarify that which is supposed to be my husband, because otherwise it will not go anywhere
site ...
Discussion then followed a good time, while both appealed to me to raise some the other, or clarify some point.
Of course, I was tired of hearing, and as well had hardly slept the night before and help them reach an agreement was something that was increasingly distant, I could not avoid taking a drastic decision.
- Can you shut up? "I said then, breaking stories.
They looked at me and kept silent, somewhat surprised.
"I know little of these things," I confessed. And even I have little tolerance for all that. I give a shit about the dress and I feel you, deep down, just give a shit ...
"Me ..." began the
woman ... "Shut up, please," interrupted. Some time ago I think very little to hear all this talk about self-deception, or normal lives, or white dresses ... And I have long questioned whether any person is totally different or is just like that's all ... something that I lost sense ...
They watched as I spoke, and I guess I must have been somewhat broken, otherwise it is only natural that I had longer just started with that tone ...
- know ...? "I continued, the chances are that you are married and she carried white dress and their lives are just like all ... well, hopefully, if they use naphthalene as clothing, may not wear away, and look well cared for, and you can then
proud ... "But ..." He tried that man.
"But the point is they will not know anything except names," I added, in a tone that unsuccessfully tried to be calm, "and as the names say little and what little they say is sometimes in a wrong sense, I'm afraid happen to you as it was with all ...
- What do you mean? She asked.
"I mean I'm in a time when unfortunately achieving believe in anything, and you and your affection and his fuckin dress is part of it that I do not think ...
- What fucking right called the dress?! "Said the man, rising ...
-Con gives me the right not to believe in anything that does not have a price, and with the certainty of knowing that nothing is pure or deserves to be treated this way ...
- I do not I will pay for this consultation! Then the man said as he approached the woman to leave the place.
- And that is all his threat? "I said, do you think I care about your money, or clothing, or his wife or his life ...?
"Then I'll sue for not to exercise, again threatened, "it is inconceivable that ...
- Everything is conceivable! "I shouted, and that's the problem ... everything can be designed and everything is dirty ...!
- You are dirty! -Lashed women.
"Yes," I admitted, "I'm dirty, and maybe even rotten, but I'm not out there fighting for a fucking white dress ...
- I warned him not to call the fucking dress! -Broke the husband.
- Puto and white dress is said! "Attacked", and damn the future of you and we all if I can not get me this feeling shit I have in the chest ...!
They then looked for a brief moment before charging again.
- What have we to do with their sense of shit you have in your chest? "They said a duet.
And yes, I admit that I wanted to blame, and still shouting, but I knew then that this was not the way, and I felt one step closer to that collapse is not coming and I need it for so ...
- Is not We will answer?! "He added, come here and treat us screaming and then thought to be silent and just disappear ...
- Is there anything I can do? Les I said.
But they did not reply.
Finally, hung upon his words, took a pin that I always carry in case of emergency and tried to prick, like a balloon ...
Plaaff! Rang then bursting.
But you know ...? The bitterness faded, as I expected.
Excuse me for this.
And I wanted to actually tell another story.
He, however, saw in it something similar to self-deception, knowing very well the problems of in-laws and thought that the dress was not the purity that she attributed to him, and added even deny that it was simply a lie.
- A lie?! "She said.
"Of course it would be a lie," he said.
then fell silent, looking in different directions.
I, meanwhile, was in a chair in front of them, feigning seriousness and even scoring a few phrases in a notebook that I had borrow my friend, the real marriage counselor.
- What for you is a lie? I asked the guy to keep up the charade.
"I do not know ... something that is not true ..." he said.
- And for you? I asked the woman.
- Why me? "
- What is for you lying? "I clarified.
- In general?
"Yes, in general.
"The same, I guess ... something that is not true ..." she said.
"So you agree that" I said, acting as I had recommended. They
nodded.
Then I asked a few facts to everyone, to fill some chips. She was nearly thirty years and thirty-two. Both were professional and, unlike me, they earned good wages and should not pretend to be what they were, to make ends meet.
"Now," I said, addressing the problem, although the specific problem is a dress, one of you spoke of self-deception ... and I'd like to clarify that point.
"I have nothing to clarify" the woman said.
"I spoke of self-deception," then said the man, because I think when talking about the dress and the generations inherit happiness and has even been said, is putting aside the bad relationship between my wife's parents ...
- I'm not your wife! "She interrupted.
"Well, the bad relationship of her parents," corrected the man.
"My parents are not bad," said the woman. That is, they have problems, like everyone, but only normal ... what happens in real life, say ... I think you Shall clarify that which is supposed to be my husband, because otherwise it will not go anywhere
site ...
Discussion then followed a good time, while both appealed to me to raise some the other, or clarify some point.
Of course, I was tired of hearing, and as well had hardly slept the night before and help them reach an agreement was something that was increasingly distant, I could not avoid taking a drastic decision.
- Can you shut up? "I said then, breaking stories.
They looked at me and kept silent, somewhat surprised.
"I know little of these things," I confessed. And even I have little tolerance for all that. I give a shit about the dress and I feel you, deep down, just give a shit ...
"Me ..." began the
woman ... "Shut up, please," interrupted. Some time ago I think very little to hear all this talk about self-deception, or normal lives, or white dresses ... And I have long questioned whether any person is totally different or is just like that's all ... something that I lost sense ...
They watched as I spoke, and I guess I must have been somewhat broken, otherwise it is only natural that I had longer just started with that tone ...
- know ...? "I continued, the chances are that you are married and she carried white dress and their lives are just like all ... well, hopefully, if they use naphthalene as clothing, may not wear away, and look well cared for, and you can then
proud ... "But ..." He tried that man.
"But the point is they will not know anything except names," I added, in a tone that unsuccessfully tried to be calm, "and as the names say little and what little they say is sometimes in a wrong sense, I'm afraid happen to you as it was with all ...
- What do you mean? She asked.
"I mean I'm in a time when unfortunately achieving believe in anything, and you and your affection and his fuckin dress is part of it that I do not think ...
- What fucking right called the dress?! "Said the man, rising ...
-Con gives me the right not to believe in anything that does not have a price, and with the certainty of knowing that nothing is pure or deserves to be treated this way ...
- I do not I will pay for this consultation! Then the man said as he approached the woman to leave the place.
- And that is all his threat? "I said, do you think I care about your money, or clothing, or his wife or his life ...?
"Then I'll sue for not to exercise, again threatened, "it is inconceivable that ...
- Everything is conceivable! "I shouted, and that's the problem ... everything can be designed and everything is dirty ...!
- You are dirty! -Lashed women.
"Yes," I admitted, "I'm dirty, and maybe even rotten, but I'm not out there fighting for a fucking white dress ...
- I warned him not to call the fucking dress! -Broke the husband.
- Puto and white dress is said! "Attacked", and damn the future of you and we all if I can not get me this feeling shit I have in the chest ...!
They then looked for a brief moment before charging again.
- What have we to do with their sense of shit you have in your chest? "They said a duet.
And yes, I admit that I wanted to blame, and still shouting, but I knew then that this was not the way, and I felt one step closer to that collapse is not coming and I need it for so ...
- Is not We will answer?! "He added, come here and treat us screaming and then thought to be silent and just disappear ...
- Is there anything I can do? Les I said.
But they did not reply.
Finally, hung upon his words, took a pin that I always carry in case of emergency and tried to prick, like a balloon ...
Plaaff! Rang then bursting.
But you know ...? The bitterness faded, as I expected.
Excuse me for this.
And I wanted to actually tell another story.
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