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for Idiots (7) 3rd Lesson: Request Friendship

Let's understand each other.
not see you, do not talk, we have no news of each other by at least 15 years. Thank God I have removed from memory when I think back to classmates school, to basketball games on Saturday afternoons, evenings out, you're not there. I'm away from the fabric of my life.
And now you send me a friend request.

"Hey, hello, how are you? But are you? It's been a lot of years! Do you remember me? "

Let's see.
I spent five years of high school to avoid them. Before the class assignments was trying to change seats for not having you around and have no problems. In the interval we were hoping the team together, so I would not have prevented those fucking kicks, but at least I would have limited the damage - as an opponent I'd broken an ankle. School trip I slept with one eye, and with a spray can and a lighter in blankets in case you had decided that I was sleeping and it was worth to take advantage (for the record, we've tried, and shoot the sign of the burn? cost me a couple of bruises to serious ones, but God it was worth the sentence ...).

And I wonder if I remember ?
Shit, if I remember.
Or at least, I remember now. Until recently I managed to do without it.

We often around people who can not stand. But we suffer. Acquaintances, colleagues, relatives, in a world free of inhibitions assaulted with a baseball bat, kicking, even after having made them pass out, let us drive including reverse. But sketchy. A fake smile, and then turns off. There complain to friends, even someone with the analyst. And all this why? Why say it loud and clear is not part of our support behavior, which suffocates the genetic. It is not right. Prosecutor only woe. As if to avoid them to keep quiet, trouble.

Then, I remember.
I remember the blatant asshole you were, and no doubt you are now, despite air Grease that gives you a double chin and those glasses from the serial killer who ogle your image on Facebook. I've forgotten over the years, but I was convinced that from that thug that you've always been, I finally managed to get stuck in some serious trouble, because sooner or later all the bullies come under the fists of a bigger bully them. In fact, I thought I was toxic, or in jail, or both. Maybe dead - and dead wrong, I would have hoped.

But ... ideas out on me and send me a Facebook "friend request". And you expect me to accept, on behalf of "the old days," although at that time at least I still carry a scar, here, on the shoulder. Ah! The good old days. I mean, those in which there was a dictatorship, but at least the bastards hanged them.

I do not know who you are or what you do. I'm afraid, because life is not fair, that you had made a space in society, from which the chewed alive, because the bully has happened and indeed it is celebrated, even in video games. I also fear that you have found a woman so stupid not to understand that you're a fool (because the stupidity is genetic), or more likely that he realized too late when you started to sound like a gong, or chase it with a piece rope full of knots. And I fear that she will have even allowed riprodurti, and pollute the planet spreading your genes (also because the stupidity is genetic), and producing a small copy of yourself in the process of terrorizing future generations. Honestly, I do not care.

You are the first in a long list, made up of work colleagues, acquaintances, former friends, ex-girlfriends, and assorted criminals. Thanks to you I learned to react and not to be, and thanks to you I passed all the free shit I've met in life, without damage and with a smile. But do not think that we owed something to this: I have already paid at the time.

For the third lesson is this: to react. Do not accept more. Burn in hell, you bastard. In fact, we do one thing: nòminami in your will. It does not matter because: let a euro, "the name of the old days," a bunch of flowers, just a note, let me know that your genetic makeup has been removed from the planet.

I have a bottle of champagne in the fridge for a pint with your name on it.

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(7) Lesson 3 : Request Friendship

Let me understand.
We've not met, we've not talked, we've not received news about each other for the last 15 years. Thanks God I removed you from my memory, when I think back at my school days, my buddies, all those Saturday afternoons on the basket court, you are not there. I cut you off of my life.
And now, you send me a "Friendship Request".

«Ehi, there, how you doin'? Is that really you? It's been such a long time! Do you remember me?»

Let's see.
I spent my five high-school years trying to avoid you. Before any class text I tried to change seats with somebody else, not to have you around so I could concentrate on my work. On half-morning breaks I hoped we were in the same soccer team so that, even if I knew I could not avoid you kicking me no matter what, at least I had a chance to contain the damage - with you on the opposite team, I would have ended up with a broken ankle every time. On school trips I learnt to sleep with one eye open, and with a spray can and a lighter under the sheets, just in case you thought about paying me a night visit (by the way, you did try, is that burn scar still there? I payed that with a lot of pain, but God, was it worth it...).

And now you ask me if I remember ?
Fuck, I do remember.
At least - now I do. Up to five minutes ago, I had managed to forget you.

We are often surrounded by people we can't stand. But we tolerate them. People we know, people we work with, even relatives - people who, in an inhibition-free world, we would attack with a baseball bat, we would kick on the ground even when they pass away, we would drive over - ahead and reverse. Still we tolerate them. A fake smile, and then we steer away. We talk about them with our friends, somebody does with a shrink too. And why? 'Cause spelling it out loud and clear is not included in our behavioural set of skills, which is suffucating our genetic program. It ain't right . You'll get in trouble. Like, we can avoid that kind of trouble just by keeping our mouth shut.

So, I remember.

I remember how a huge asshole you were, and you still are, no doubt about it, notwithstanding that fatty looks and those serial killer-like glasses eyeing me from your Facebook image. I forgot about you along the years, but I was convinced that such a stupid bully would have ended up being involved in some real trouble - since all bullies find a bigger bully in the end. Worse, I thought you did end up as a junkie, or in jail, or both. What the hell, maybe you were dead - an ugly death, I hoped.

No. You pop up on facebook and send me a "Friendship Request". And you probably think I will accept it, "for old times' sake", even if I still carry at least one scar from those old times, here on my shoulder. Ah! The good old times. I mean, those back during the dictatorship, when life was impossible but at least assholes could be hung from a tree.

I don't know who you are now, or what to do. I fear, since life ain't just, that you already digged your own space into our society, from which you suck from it what keeps you alive. Since bullies are bound for success nowadays, they are cheered about, there is even a videogame about that. I fear that you found a woman, someone so stupid that she didn't understand what a jerk you were (since being a jerk is genetic, you know) - or more probably she didn't understand it until it was too late, after you had already started beating her like a gong, or chasing here with a piece of rope full of knots. I even fear she allowed you to breed, polluting this planet with your genes (still, since being a jerk is genetic), and producing a small copy of yourself, to bully around the forthcoming generations. Sincerely, I don't give a shit.

To me you have been the first on a long list, made of workmates, casual aquaintances, former friends, ex-girlfriends, and such mobsters. Thanks to you I learnt to react, and not to surrender. Thanks to you, I grew past all the assholes I met along my life, with a smile and no damage taken. But don't you dare to think I owe you anything: I already payed for that.

So the Third Lesson is all here: react. Don't accept passively anymore. Burn in hell, you bastard. No, better: put my name on your last will. I don't care what reason you attach to that: leave me one euro, "for old times' sake", a flower, a note, something to let me know your genetic September That Has Been removed from my planet.

There's a half-liter champagne bottle with your name on it, in my fridge.

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(6) Intermezzo: You know those days

... when the shit really hits the fan.
Because I just had one.
And you wicked, so at the expense no longer you, is the next you meet.



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