EN: Warning: This post is over two years old, so it's possible that the views, opinions, links or instructions reflected on it do not correspond with the way I think now or the way things currently work. I have evolved (and so have the World and the Internet), so it might be advisable to just take this entry for a glimpse into the (my) past. 🙂

ES: Atención: Este artículo tiene más de dos años de antigüedad, de modo que los puntos de vista, opiniones e instrucciones que se vierten en él pueden no corresponder con cómo pienso ahora o cómo funcionan las cosas en la actualidad. He evolucionado (y también lo han hecho el mundo e Internet), así que probablemente lo más recomendable sería entender esta entrada como un simple reflejo del (de mi) pasado. 🙂

I haven’t said anything to anyone of the “two main problems” I had during Christmas: reason has beaten heart again :vexed:.

It usually ends that way, the explanation may be that I had the most sexually active part of my life (you can laugh if you want to, I laught at it myself) between the age of 7 and 14, so I have always associated all that pseudosentimental stuff (come on!, all boys want -and most girls too- is sex) with quite a childish game.

When I turned 15 I realised that most people of my age began to behave in “that area” in a more childish way that I used to with my “girlfriends” when we were younger, so I swore myself that I would never act in such a way in my life… And I managed to keep that promise even nowadays :uh:

The problem with that is that a part of my unconscious or conscious or whatever you call it sometimes wants to experiment all those erotica-related things that normal people experimented when they were 15, so I suffer a bit when sometimes my neurons have to battle my hormons, but I always end up by getting over it (yeah, it’s becoming boring: I always know the ending).

Thanks to all of you who supported me during this stupidity attack, and sorry for not having followed some of your pieces of advice: I might, one day, when I am 40 and desperate :dead:

Everything it’s easier with girls…

Whatever, it’s all over now (for the time being :whistle:). I still have a thesis, two pupils, a pedagogical course, a theatre play and a folkloric group to worry about.

Me callo porque es más cómodo engañarse.
Me callo porque ha ganado la razón al corazón.

“Deseos de cosas imposibles”
La oreja de Van Gogh (I don’t like the way the girl pronounces when singing, but I must recognise I do like their songs)

Well, this is all so far. See you!

2 Comments on ME CALLO (autopsicography)

  1. Sorry about reminded it to you 😉 Anyway, I’m sure you have great friends to help you get over all that. I had to face everything alone: a 50% of my friends in that period of my life went to another school and the other 50% were too bussy looking for boyfriends :p
    Anyway, it’s just a phase… I hope.

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