1. The genetic function of behavior, as a consequence of natural selection, is to contribute to reproductive success. The genetic function of my behavior, as consequence of some epigenetic failure, is to contribute to my psychologist's wallet's success. I just can imagine her thinking in the supermarket: Today I'll buy Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese which is currently at around 20 euros per kilogram, because I know that Eme's common sense has been tossed from her mind. Merry Christmas dear Psychologist, I hope that that cheese, yield of my natural stress, doesn't fatten you too much.
2. A thought, until
it becomes language or action, is not a fact. So, I can think about you
1000 times per minute and shut up. Then you will think that I'm not
interested in you anymore. And then you will think about me and you'll
shut up. And then, we both, silent as guilt, will remain about 6 months
dwindling slowly by slowly in the thick space of our brains. One day we
will wake up, and we will think about coffee, as sane people, not about
biting each other, or about hating each other, or about calling each
other crying and blaming: You promised me, fuck, I don't know what
exactly you promised me but that permanent smile on your face had to
mean something more than chemistry.
3. The cold freezes my nose
and my skin. So I forget the warm air. The smell of mangoes. The
loneliness in the night. The people dying and staying there, outside,
rotting, as if they are part of the ground, and that ground were
absorbing them gently. Here dead people don't exist. They are dying in a
theoretical life. One day someone disappears. No smell. No fluid. No
bodies becoming trees. It is because of that that we are white, because
the cold made us clean outside. But you can't imagine how much shit we
have inside. How dark we are. How alone. How everything.
4. 330mL of Diet Coke is not enough to stay awake as the TV promised. Another lie.