This is how I go from today. I rolled downhill, as the tango.
When I was little and had to study, checker pattern and I left everything for the final. When I had to pick up my room waiting for my mother would howl in his ear looking for a little order into the chaos of old papers, books and pens. When I had to wash, eat a little slower than it already was usually (and do), waiting for the attack came forward with my mother and my sister, true champions of the MAS (not Arthur, but I get) Movement Desktop Anti.
Needless to say I was ashamed, of course. I felt guilty, because also in the case of the room, I only knew what to expect leading up to the late Bronze Age, to the despair of my mother, who watched the room and I said, beside himself: "If you're a eleven pig tits! "I do not know why eleven sows tits (I have only two, though beautiful, I'm not going to plan whore" Total ") are more sluts than those with less boobs and see if I'm asking my mother.
When the rain came, and while trying to bring order to the room, I felt terrible. Frustrated with guilt and thinking that was good for nothing. But then I saw my sister, who is ready, he got up and scrubbing, sweeping, studying when it came, not out there ... And I saw my brother and my sister, who, like they were married, which had amounted at work thanks to his efforts and that they were responsible people. Then he smiled and thought that the key to everything was age. She said, "When you grow up you will be so, because all older people scrubs, and work and collect, and eat vegetables and fish"
I have thought until very recently, when the DNI told me very seriously that I was grown. And then I realized that this will not to go it alone. I have almost 35 years and I still can not be ordered, I am still studying, I still want to scrub, I eat few vegetables and fish, slow months in order and when I decided to do the same thing 14 years ago, moving things around. On the contrary, my brothers and my sister are still the same. They are willing, responsible and do what they should do.
So I'm going down. Because I am not responsible and I have tickets for the Summercase and IFF, accounting for two grueling weeks of continuous activity for a twentysomething, but more for a mid-thirties who is not fit. I'm going down because I sleep weeks minimum. I'm going down because I have no accommodation Benicàssim and I have to sleep in a tent. I'm going down because I have no holidays and I work to get tired rather than rest. And I'm going down because it would take hours sleep and I'm here writing.
But oddly enough, there is a good thing going downhill, that is giving you the fresh wind, that comes quickly to the end and that the soil is not happening.
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