confess that a few years, to bring a virtual friendship seemed little more than a impossible, rather it seemed to me a situation misleading, false, clinging to the desperate, sad, lonely and / or mentally unbalanced, as the only possibility to become what that would otherwise never come into being. And I confess that this view has not changed in substance. Indeed, the Internet is littered with people desperate, sad, lonely and mentally unbalanced. Why? Well basically because the road, the real world is infested with people like that. That is why many think the Internet is not a reflection of that reality. I still go further: I think Internet is not a reflection but part of reality.
live under a system that imposes absurd charges, some role models beyond the reach of ordinary people. The image prevails to such an extent , that forces us to ignore everything that is not superficial appearance , precisely because of not doing so, we should accept that in any way we are how we sell that we should be. And we have seared to accept that is to accept that we are failures.
We are required to be forever young, handsome , happy, smiling, competent and effective. We require a body ten, an easy life, paste in the bank and named hustle fashion, preferably in English, roll-account-manager-senior consulting , Suck this Manué , I go from cool . Barbie and Ken. Boyer and Presley. The Iglesias family. Beckham and Posh. Although not come to suckle bottle of silver, do not worry. You will always Operación Triunfo. Or Big Brother. Make player. Marcarte tits or get liposuction. Driving a BMW, maybe. Happiness is in the hand of every s if not caught is because you are a gili, a mindundi and miserable. Are you really going to recognize the world how stupid you are? .
death, pain, ugliness, misery, do not fit into the system. It teaches us that right is to close your eyes and look away. Yet l or crappy there. But note that there is frowned upon. To make matters worse, the false happiness of others lead us to think we are freaks, others do not suffer, or feel, or suffer, or know what a problem. They have reached that critical model impossible, while we've been halfway, looking Diot. And once important terms such as friendship, trust, loyalty and nobility, emptied of meaning by the day. And we have is a society of assholes , depressive dissatisfied, null when to communicate, open up and express feelings. Actors flights, pretending to be holders of a full life and the sea of \u200b\u200bhappy emotional bulimics who vomit their suffering in hiding.
And much of these things disgusted by their very existence on the network have found the panacea. This may be what you want. Here you can invent a life that was never will. But not only that. This can also be themselves. Since anonymity, alcoholic therapy plan, you can crack a stranger your endless list brown, frustrations and disappointments. As the strain. And save a paste goose in psychiatrists who do not see you. how expensive they are, listen. So from my years pirul the net, I've found very high percentage of compulsive lying and an even higher percentage of deep depression and weighed in any order. And no wonder PA or to put their hands in the head, because that's the society we are creating estupendísima among the people who run and those who are left, we're all.
Some may ask ... what the hell has to do with this heavy metal? Hell, as you are. A title had to put on this entry. But everything has its reason, which is what I was going. turns out that in the anonymous world of internal , there are normal people. And not only normal, but nice. And sometimes, not only nice, but a fucking. That's right, buddy. Generally, those things are sensed. Even without looking, you're going to encounter people, seeing similarities.
Sometimes, after a while, until you exchange the phone. And when it has assembled a small group that looks like it properly understood, is passed over and organize a "Kedada" .
I, to stay, I went to a few. Barcelona, \u200b\u200bVigo, Madrid, Salamanca, Lugo, Spain Teruel ... half. The first impression is tad shocking, because for many pictures you've seen, the image that you do always different from what you are after. Moreover, they have been all of joke. Sometimes someone lets you down, sometimes you're surprised, but unless you're a complete idiot or a harrier of the good, in general terms are what we expected.
The last was on Thursday March 2, Mr. Xutacabras , two colleagues, the Mr Wilo and S r a. Gattaloba . That much leave comments on blogs, but we had not seen the photos rather than ject. Anyway, that day in the afternoon, I received this beautiful sms Mr. Xuta , Asturian knight, bichólogo, concert promoter and jevi , more pa sign, which read meno ma or asynchronous :
From: Xutacabras
To: Hache
Text: Call me on 666 666 666 is cobi q toy without battery when you go out.
translation made by the Mende: we have come to Valencia, I am about to run out of battery, so when finishing work call me at this number, which is to my friend and we Covadonga. And as I am very dutiful, as I did, call as soon as I finished the job. M phone and picked it up a guy with an Andalusian accent. For the voices that were heard in the background, it looked like they were in a tablao , with Joshua, a Jonathan and Jennifer clapping. Yes we started well !...¡ and that people of any pretense of jevis !. Anyway ...
- Zi Who é?
- Emm ... hello, are you ...? "Oh Diox , with the bewilderment that I do not remember what his name is really the Xutacabras -... Toni ...¡¡ emm ... ummm! That! Is Toni?
- U No time, now put ze.
An aunt put the appliance. His accent Andalusian s and still more closed than the original turkey. So very close, which seems and of joke.
- Hello?
- Hi, I wanted to talk to Toni.
- I zoi's Toni, what quierez?
To make matters worse, I delight in music by Los Manolos. At full speed, volume living : O -mai-l-nainonainonaiiii lovinnnn l-o-mai-lovi n-nainonainonaiiiiiiiii iiiiiiii .
Vale. Are you kidding me. Which makes Toni such should be the Covadonga. And these bastards think I'm stupid and I are going to falter.
- Ja-ja-ja, that funny. What? "É room is started drinking without me? Come aunt CONASIDA leave you. Pass to Toni, come on.
- No preguntaz zé by whom. Ezpera.
is again putting the guy I picked up the phone initially and that despite her Andalusian accent, has a voice suspiciously similar to the Xuta.
- Digaaaaaa
- Damn, man! jajajajaja. Hey, leave you with stories. Let's meet up or what?
- But you who erez?
- Damn, that weighs . I Hache. Do we see or not?
- eztáz But where?
- At the gigs, pussy. Dime where you are you and I go p'allá .
- where eztá Zabez Cairo?
- He must be pulling pa Egypt, far right, do not fuck!. Want you please leave as guides and tell me where est ...
Piiii piiii piiii ... Now I who has run out of battery . Start to charge the phone and look for the number of Wilo on msn logs. I call from the fixed pa praying to be a normal person that Xutacabras and colleagues. I served Gattaloba .
- Arañita! How are you?
- Well here, humiliated, vilified and hesitated for Xuta and friends. Have you stayed with them or you, too, have been pulling my leg?
- We have not talked to them, we're in the supermarket shopping.
- Well, call me when you have set time and place, ok?
- Ok, ciao.
After a while, my phone rings.
- Hache, zoy er before. Ez Guzto to me your voice, shiquilla.
- Hey, it's OK to laugh, tell me how we were.
- But you where eztáz?
- In the gigs, dammit!!
- ZI well, I zoy of Cordoba. Where do you erez?
- De Zevilla, cagontusmuertos. Happy?
- Puez eztamoz then close, Mühe. Podríamoz be pa take us unoz vinoz a nosh of these right?.
The Song of Los Manolos should be over, because now is clearly audible to Chicane bawling: dame-poison oo-who-want-ee morirrrrr-dame-veneeeenoooo ... ... That I need a glass of cyanide through the vein, pa end this torment. If there are people who can not put a stop to the teasing, pussy.
- Hey look, when you Cansei s to stay with me call me that a little funny, but you are going through the pesaítos , male.
Fifteen minutes later, I called from another number. But it is the same type again.
- Hache ? Er Zoy antez other sees.
(Background music, breaking the maximum noise levels permitted by any City of pro: Because veeee-tu-te-pretty-your-teeee-poneeee-orgullosaaaaa-ni-ma-ni-menoooo-ni- MAAA-ni-menooooo ... ).
- Fuck Xuta , bored man ... the sheep. Ditch the acentito, please.
and low the music that you do not hear shit. How do we meet?. That took an hour in the office whore of disgust dying because of you!.
- Your creez that Eztoo ez a joke right?. Poz not. Look Hache, I call you to say that I do pa equivocao number. But ez I do and I like many zimpática guztaría Zeguo talking to you. I never llamez the number of antez that zi me lashing the tenemoz Toni and bundled. You call me at ézte, eh?
- Vale. If you are not the Xuta not a friend of Xuta ... how the hell do you know my name?
- Why I do what dish you before.
- now and what else.
(Music, come to torture me and ole : Vente-my-Sian-wanaaaaa-vente-mi-mi-sianaaaaa-Sian-wanaaaa-vente-mi-mi-sianaaaaa-Sian-wanaaaa-than-I-teeeee-quierooooooo . ..)
- I swear that ez not a joke, you do wrong. For veaz that I'm not lying, I'll call back ezta night. it
Uncle, who to call understand Cordoba Er, I still caught a couple of times. I began to doubt whether it was a joke very well mounted, whether it had been with a bunch of morons, or what. E mpezaba to terrified.
the end we were all at eight-thirty Later in the Torres de Serrano and that was to unravel the whole mystery. It turns out that I was hesitating. Er Cordoba was not Xuta .
The Toni was not his friend Covadonga. Indeed the that proved to be a Cobi jevi two meters with a beard. Even n had agreed with any colleague Andalusian to tease me. Just the Xuta mistype the number you had to call it.
What does not happen to me ...
We ended up in a den of Barrio del Carmen , jugándonos pitchers of beer and sangria at the Chinese. When we began to roar guts, we went to a nearby sandwich bar and we realized one thing led to another and we ended with stocks absinthe. In the end, when everything and there was veneered open more than a sort of after, p'allá we left. Watching a dance jevi Aserejé, has no waste xDD.
As promised the thing and after a Friday full currando with a hangover from hell, on Saturday I went to Alicante pa tremendous concert, Xuta goats Cobi and the kid, who is nameless but very little Respect for the Aged and I'll call and thrown in retaliation for twenty-four hours trying to "Abu" and / or "Grandma" ( I had nightmares, Mike:-P).
take to send huge kiss to Ars Amandi and Sínkope they came for drinks at Coyote Ugly and endured to this old spider and a larger one to Xuta , Cobi and the kid, not see how it behaved with moi. Wilo and Gatta ... you're great. And step to greet my mother, my father and other family, that this bad thing is getting longer.
The following, in Madrid. We have flyer and everything. Copyright DaXilva (which if you do not get, I check the noise:-p).
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