venerdì 24 febbraio 2012
La vita insegna (anche) a scremare
Si dice che un amico è tale sopratutto per starci vicino nel momento del bisogno. E anche qui, come per i familiari, ho scoperto di averne davvero pochi. Giusto un numero che si conta con le dita di una sola mano.
La malattia fa paura, capisco possa spaventare e far sentire inadeguati ma io, come quella ragazza, a volte avrei apprezzato anche solo un piccolo cenno di interessamento.
E qui non voglio colpevolizzare nessuno solo...
ho imparato a scremare.
E per scremare intendo prendere le distanze da persone che vivono con indifferenza.
Pochi ma speciali.
A chi mi ha ferita o delusa non auguro nulla ma son convinta che prima o poi ci pensa il destino a portare il conto a tutti.
A few days ago I wrote a comment last book I read An Invisible Sign and in the meantime I've thought a lot about his character, Mona.
The thing that has caused the greatest distress, besides the strange illness of his father, was people's indifference to his suffering.
And for the word people did not think about the people she met on the street, no. She meant her neighbors, her colleagues, the people in her life.
This thing has touched me, especially because it happened to me.
A few years ago my dad was hit by a crippling disease that has devastated his life and that of our entire family. Family understands that's me, my mother, my brother and my dad.
My family goes on. Because although I have some relatives in more, I've never really felt these like family.
It is said that a friend is to be near us that especially in times of need. And here as well as for family members, I have just discovered...i have few. Just a number which is counted with the fingers of one hand.
The disease is frightening, I can understand but I do feel inadequate, like that girl, sometimes I would have appreciated even a flicker of interest.
And here I will not blame anyone ... I just learned to skim.
And I intend to skim to distance themselves from people who live with indifference.
People like some of those who saw me in the gym five nights out of seven ... and have never deigned to ask me how it goes.
Ditto at school or university At work ... never mind.
And I will not play the victim, I have lived and am living the same as well ... this just made me very intolerant people by false smiles and easy hypocrisies.
People want to treat you with indifference, and only for what you currently live with you? "Bella" stuff ... but just knowing it.
Only two adults were really friends of my mother and for example when we had those who accompany us to the grocery store, we have brought them. Dad was the only one with a license and even go to the supermarket to take the water tanks was difficult since he could not drive.
There were hard times painful and difficult but someone has tried the same to involve us and let us see that it was possible to go forward.
A few but special.
It was possible to go forward. To live is to face everything that happens to us in the best way possible and we are doing without seeking merit or boast.
The problems we have them all, some more than others.
The weirdest thing (and that hurt the most) was the difficulty in seeing that the people next to you pretending about anything.
I know that help is not easy. It is not easy even to understand how to do it but sometimes it would be a simple enough: "how do you feel?" to help a little.
Unfortunately the problem is that asking a question implies an "ought" to hear a response and here is the crux of the matter out. Who wants to listen?
Quite a few people.Who has hurt or disappointed me I would not wish anything but I am convinced that sooner or later will think the fate bring the bill at all.