I read a post, even a series of posts on the topic of "reality" of the blogger, that is what the owner of the space there is or there is virtual. I elaborate on my excuse? , EMH ours! our way, and we extend the concept to the wonderful world of dance, and then inevitably to the truth, I hate that horrible term.
You certainly those who express this opinion, and not pointing to the sky saying is blue, but making statements on something subjective, staff say they use the phrase as closed "is the truth."
I am not sure of the need for truth in all those cases where it hurts and does nothing to change that.
Type? Type your husband is an idiot, maybe it is also true and perhaps even know, but I love it, love it and will not change. Would not it be better to say, your husband, I do not like him?
Or? All those cases where wreaking havoc unnecessarily, eg at work, what do I care to know who is to blame for that error, so we all know as well if not yelled to the coffee machine. And the first to know who the fuck did it, it would be most useful remedy error rather than the search for the culprit and his flogging in the lunchroom? Especially since I now you tomorrow?
We return to the business of dance? course. I adore the Dicimao pallisti, but divides them into pallisti pallisti natural and instrumental. The natural pallista is the one that fills the gaps of a life a little 'gray, with anecdotes, incidents of false, but it does make the story more enjoyable to himself in the first place and the result is often that those around him know that has a crap, but they are beautiful color, even in context that may seem like life and the owner well you can pigeonhole always tells the same, because they do not classify as nonsense, but as living truth, which was not, but it would have been. The instrumental pallista is who has the ability to create a just world and make it sound so nice to have it and dancing to envy from others, but so envious are not a good company and if bales accounts for others and is not for you a sterile effort.
And then? So dear blogger if I tell the balls of which I realize well, if you tell me where I can see balls, but I like just as well if you told stories for me to buy a dish, know that you need me to find a job because I ramekins full house.
And in our area we count bales? I sometimes yes, but you certainly do it just disgraced me, you're not here for that? Exactly.
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