Imagine that you are adding the events of a day after another and another and another and the result will always is negative. Or the forces of nature played well against you, or you're a lousy mathematician. The most likely have to modify the operation, because in this case, the order of factors alter the product itself, and because, make no mistake, nature, wise as herself, is too busy to tinker to be the "conspiranoide" you.
I am myself and my circumstances, I would say Ortega y Gasset . And my my circumstances, as positive and negative, as negative and positive, according to the circumstances, I have done it. In lower my hours, I tend to change the adjective good by naive and I look in the mirror with an air of reproach. It seems derogatory, insulting and not very strong. And remember all the times when, for being good, because my circumstances have made me good, I have been injured. And the criticism with which I look rather becomes punitive. And I think: "I will never deceive me. From now I will become the most cruel people. I'm going to enteric-coated hot iron and let's see who dares to touch me now. "
This, gentlemen, is only a crude defense mechanism. I can never be a fucking bitch as much as I strive. I have a very marked Christian tendency to turn the other cheek because I believe in the goodness of people, in second chances, and because I believe in particular that you refuse what subjects and what turns you agree. When I am broken, cheated or hopeless, I can not pay, I can not stop being who I am, I can not change circumstances in which I have done. I still and will remain good for more blows to give me. That perhaps, is the bright side of my disappointment.
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