The Concept of Pleasure
( Franco Fontana http://a-dream-like-this.blogspot.com/)
- T'es born where?
- A Pleasure.
- Where is it?
- A few miles southwest of true happiness ...
And it's tragic, but when I was little, Dad was transferred. We had to move. And then the head becomes too small. One must look taller, better looking, a house that makes vibrate his vital organs.
I live somewhere in the suburbs, in zone 3 of this great city renowned called fullness, the subway is three minutes and is very well served. But I lose my time between the train from hell, transport of joy, and back to the big wheel of the questions that nobody answers. I'm trying for some years to leave the neighborhood Eat your fingers to the city center, but it's hard nowadays, prices are exorbitant.
These are the first tests of the tank, geography question:
"How many miles do you live the concept of fun?"
Do not forget to fill your little map legend.
Me, I take my time, I cut my crayons. The students have four hours to respond, I have a lifetime.
pleasure, it could be:
1. Do not be felt for a moment the anxiety that lives in my stomach. For example, when the waitress brings my long coffee on Sunday morning. For her it's not much, whereas I, before that, I'm paralyzed. Only able to attach to it a mean look and impatient, while, stressed, deeply hate myself, and wondered if it does not spit into the cup immaculate. At this point, for her, as for me, the pleasure is simply relief. One can also easily replace the coffee with a person.
2. The lack of pleasure as a relief.
Instead of saying,
- Thanks, it's not too Earlier, you forgot the milk.
Simply replace:
- Are you there, it makes me happy, and it relieves my fear of being alone.
3. The pleasure lies, too, a few meters behind me, when I turn on the terrace that I just left. I then noticed that people seem decidedly happy, and I would have preferred to be aware of when I was still among them, but it will come.
4. When I walk quietly with his nose in the air, I try not to let it flow vanilla ice cream and strawberry on the horn, then my fingers. I smile, I think it was pleasure, first because I was eating an ice cream but also because I have not even been splashed by children playing with water bombs, and it is frankly unusual. Pleasure as lucky, and ease.
I made many lists of what I did not like brussels sprouts, hair sticking to my lip gloss, strollers and supermarkets ... and I could go on forever, so the anger seems part my spinal cord and also because happiness often seems silly, I do a test ... I took three weeks to write this list, the perimeter My pleasure.
-Like ... When my dad reads the newspaper in the sun, while I get drunk slowly. Notebooks-
offered by my mother-
books loaned by my aunt.
-million purchase of flowers (because I do not expect),
-heeled shoes, skirts
-in tutu.
"What it gives me underwear (85B, I do not like strings).
-People who have bad taste, which makes me feel to go through life with a point ahead.
Ta-mouth in my neck,
-Do nothing at all, being alone, looking
-linen which turns laundrette.
-wake myself up with the sounds of house music and the smell of mom's cooking,
-Me wake up early, breakfast, and go back to bed,
-M 'sleep with the noise of nearby conversations.
-pop songs a little silly, their melodies that are stuck all day like a little piece of tape which you can not get rid,
-The sound of the snow-
Your mouth against my neck,
"I loved her boys musicians, finally I prefer magicians.
Sea-green-gray pebbles,
-The taste of salt, but not too much cream Sun.
-color rust, pumpkin, squirrel-
Peel the beans.
-When I get to take a deep breath,
"When I asked Julie if Morhange the evening is not free and it responds, it's an open bar, bitch.
-Find an object from my childhood ... Your hand-
Make-believe I'm a princess and that people believe ...
-Ask my dad what the weather will be tomorrow, as if he could decide.
"I would have liked my parents marry. What is nice is that they did not need to divorce.
-eat oysters,
-Read in the bath.
-Luxury things that are useless, and your hand-
.
Note that the notion of pleasure is all the more convincing the good weather. If spring set in, I do not hide my joy. Especially since I broke my umbrella in two, a moment of anger that relief was absent from the district.
- Do you think that was enough?
- Is what you'll be able to satisfy the moments that we forget easily?
- Since what we want is something that we really twisted stomach, right?
- Happiness what.
During brunch, the sky clears, we run the water and coca saving. Bagels and salmon with dill sponge finally alcohol. And when I look back on leaving, the people seem happy, and I was among them.
