I hate. I notice more when I'm with my mom, but that does not hate anyone, the most compassionate. The hug just got off the train, and while we're still going through the underpass, I have already begun: "I know who is really on the ass?"
I'll try to summarize, to explain myself. Usually my idiosyncrasies develop individual, who knows to put them all together, all nearby, you can not then draw a picture, to connect the dots and find something that I do not know. (Obviously, if I find out what is bad the gate post, I put nothing) I hate
: fatties, fat, obese giant. Because they lack self-control, why do not you want to be happy, because I'm ugly and shapeless, why did not invent the discipline and glandular disorders. Subcategory I hate even more: the kids fat. Children can not be fat: children running, playing, metabolize. Must have sharp knees and elbows skinned. They can be stuffed like turkeys. I hate fatties not only because children are unnatural and unpleasant to watch, also because they are unpleasant. Usually overweight causes them to feel different, or to remain a po'isolati develops to feelings of envy, shyness pedantic ... The only ones I like are the old fat guys.
I hate: the students of Bologna, but not all, hatred for the specific fauna that inhabit the 36 and bivouacs in the green square. I hate them because they are empty and loaded, as they are all inevitably end up so different from all the same, because they are politicized and are unable to work, because they occupy and "income claim", but the rent they pay the parents and no matter whether employment and participation in the events the university ends up last ten years. I hate them because they do not say anything, because I'm polite and friends of all and yet I hate them and they hate me, why listen to music all the "right" and are not able to be themselves. I hate them especially because they take seriously. And why do not understand my jokes, and look at me weird if I listen to Tiziano Iron (the Carrà but now is fine, it will be about a year that has begun to reintegrate into the "right music"). I hate them because they are predictable and anonymous, despite all their efforts to emerge.
And then? Ah yes, then I hate the orders of the perfume, their attitudes sacerdetosse. They are the vestal virgins of the supreme aesthetic and cosmetic knowledge, that you ask the price of small flacomincino of six Bulgarians and you will always be the last and most vulgar of mortals. I hate it.
I hate all of my former, past, present and future students / delinquent / husband (?). It 'a campaign that I carry always. They are evil, the enemy, especially if they have more boobs than me. Growl when I see them pass, and Then suddenly a home Makumba to exorcise their presence. Blerina hatred, my former roommate Albanian ... but this story would be far too long.
I hate people that while I'm smoking, I remember that smoking causes cancer, scabies, yellow teeth and especially death. They are tactless and inappropriate.
I hate the girls in the south they must do to force the girls-the-south, and the tarantula dance barefoot urchins and shake the wild, mixing well and cook your hands because it is in the south are automatically carnal and passionate, and then viscerally connected to earth and matter, primordial mother who shape and bake. It can not anymore. I also hate the whole Salento and pinches. A few years ago Salento also I do not care, barely knew where he was, and pinch did not bother me. Then began the colonization, the infestation, there was no more fun summer group attached to hop idiots (who are the same as 36, and obviously are shaken to fiddle around with the dexterity that have never), there ' is-alternative-young company that has not made good its good holiday in Salento. Actually it can not be more.
And now abandon the post, will take up next time. The portrait is still long ahead.
