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sexta-feira, 21 de julho de 2017

I want more imagination.

I wanted so much to be young again and have imaginations, illusions, dreams about everything and having doubts too. I still have my personal doubts, but some dreams died with time and maturity. These days a colleague, friend of a friend, asked me about my opinion regarding the capitalist market. Of course there were the jokes about the market chains of the state in which I live, but I tried to maintain the seriousness and neutrality, not to enter the politics and not to complain all the night. I try my best. Even so, it's difficult to say or reveal any concrete information about the reality of national market. I am not a economist. And economists are liars. I have no doubt we were sold. I have no doubt that each region has very particular systems or market plans. It's not a wonder that in Sao Paulo we see practically only the service sector and in Mato Grosso we see people studying for agronomy and/or animal husbandry. People do not ask themselves about their place in the market because they do not yet have the experience to define what type of market they will try to integrate and even in relation to diverse and personal entrepreneurships there is much to think about and being young enables then to imagine almost everything. They idealize graduation, idealize their lives after college, but do not look at the system as a whole. For a moment they charge themselves for notes and other issues that are nothing more then artificial paradises. Life as a student is a bit better because our food is subsidized, we have access to services such as exercises, and even information that only exists within and inside the institutions themselves. For young people there are no issues to be raised and the existing issues remain at the weekend parties and constant emotional problems, internal crises that I also have, but by age I can hardly demonstrate, since suffering requires time and time requires resources. And I don't have time or money to suffer actually. I will love to have time for suffering in the couch or in my bedroom, but the landlord will not understand my feelings. Young people hardly know how to afford a life and many have their rent paid since ever. What to expect from someone with 18 years old, full of dreams, projections and lots of imagination? They imagine everything, imagine a fantastic economy, imagine a simple political system, imagine words emptied of content. What is Brazilian democracy in the head of a high school student? About the party currently in power, that party of millionaires, the casa grande people, whose children have had real estate since birth, Michelzinho Temer, the president's son, already has more than one million in properties. He must have an polyglot education. For the rest of the population they (the rich fellow devils) serve that mediated and poorly translated information. I wish I had different imaginations, I would think about meritocracy, I would think of ideal jobs that do not fit reality, recorded images of false scenarios, films and novels with completely fictitious situations. I do not feel anything else, I wish I could imagine spirits and religions, I really wish I could imagine building an ideal family. I can't. I can't. I can't. I refuse. It's a lie. The ideal of marriage. All empty advertising. I can no longer connect the absence of meaning, since the meaning is not mine, but it is a sense given collectively and my collective values ​​are others. Long live the collective, but my notion of collective form is an enlightened and aware of its rights and social injustice perpetuated by the favorite rulers. How can these young people be aware of injustice and economic inequality and at the same time consider the idea of ​​merit as valid? Where's the questioning? I am accused of being contradictory, but they imagine/see a contradiction only because we speak different languages. There is no contradiction or there is only contradictions in these inequal world and word. The sexist man imagines situations and organizes his own inner world without taking into account that women have the right to have a different experience from the experience that he considers to be the right one (and possible as the conservative view choice). People are giving unreasonable suggestions and unfounded criticism. They do not know what choices you have and even if you assume your choices they will imagine motives that did not even exist in the first place. Is there any self-awareness at age 18? The impulsivity, the will to eat everything and eat it all, to consume incessantly everything that is possible, to put everything in the mouth, as the babies does, are symptoms of our humanity, but after all the burning we have something left? Behind the ad banner there is only empty meaning or open meaning. And on the ad I see the ideas outdated lined by the escape of boredom. Capitalism is boredom and repetead simulation of our own lives. I am too old to imagine what young people imagine, today I live with what exists and with what is possible. Every possibility is an additional knowledge acquired at great personal, sentimental and even financial costs. Going and coming depends on access and some access are paid. Who makes the information available? Who is the information bridge for the others? And the others, are open for that information? I do not think so. Because young people do not see reality as it is, but they see a spectrum of their own desires. I'm out of it.


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terça-feira, 13 de setembro de 2011

September 13th of 2011. 13 de Setembro de 2011.

It's been a long time since I've post anything... My life continues to follow the plan, but not as before. Something in me has been potentiated. This sense of surprise in life and surprise at other people. My friends are great... one of them is in trouble, yet it's not like the things in the world go wrong for him, the rules are easy to follow and the rest of it gets better in life. It was always like this with me. I could get along. Anyway, overall, I feel distant. With the people I like, it's not that much, but I can not have the same closeness as before: I want to be alone. I want to be erased. Then, here comes the strange people, from day to day, that make me even more willing to stay away. There are some college girls who adore me and they have no reason to do it. I'm not cool, I'm not funny, I'm nothing like these things that people like and want around. So I do not understand, which increases my perplexity. I made a friend, she came to talk to me on the street for no reason.


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Faz tempo que não posto... Minha vida continua seguindo o plano, mas não como antes, alguma coisa em mim foi potencializada. Essa sensação de estranhamento e surpresa diante das outras pessoas. Meus amigos são ótimos... um deles está com problemas, mesmo assim não é como se as coisas no mundo fossem dar errado pra ele, as regras são fáceis de seguir e o resto se ajeita na vida. Comigo foi sempre assim. De qualquer forma, no geral, eu me sinto distante. Com as pessoas que eu gosto não é tanto assim, porém eu não consigo ter a mesma proximidade de antes: quero ficar sozinho, quero ficar apagado. Dai vem as pessoas estranhas, do dia a dia, que me fazem ter ainda mais vontade de ficar distante. Tem umas meninas na faculdade que me adoram e elas não tem motivo pra isso. Eu não sou legal, não sou engraçado, não sou nada dessas coisas que as pessoas gostam e querem por perto. Então não entendo, o que aumenta minha perplexidade. Fiz uma amiga, ela veio falar comigo na rua, sem motivo algum.