A Worse Idiot

"Stuttering or boredom of one's own speech. There is nothing to say again when the insistence is a meaningless discourse in which one does not believe. The possible interlocutors are boring. Why would they understand and feel what no longer motivates them? They are considered idiots, but the one who perseveres over the lost cause, in which even that hope was lost, could be a worse idiot. But not a useful and idiotic bidder (It's assumed). He drank a glass of wine - Mr. Minister, this and that... - he said. A few laughs and there was no motivation to say something to try again. The minister watched him and waited until one arrived, another, and another. Between requests and honey words of the hypocrites, the minister moved away from him while looking compassionately. He understood. It's time to go.

How many times does the human feel that it has already been enough? And in that sufficiency, nothing motivates you to do more? That human could continue as the persevering one, but people cannot insist on what is not understood or inspired. And even less, when even if it seems that the personage is looking for an excuse not to assume responsibility, it is not about him, but about the environment. The context. Tired of memories, old ambitions, and other omens, as a worse idiot, he stalled her with her current provider in the social network apps: it could be a man of the same age as Karl, but that other one looked more emaciated: he bought her sex and her company without a doubt, and that price motivated more than any supposed value that Karl gave it. The cruel truth is that Karl didn't encourage her enough. Nor did he inspire her. Three years, maybe four or five men, a fridge, a piece of land, and now a house. And for Karl? A text message of goodbye, contempt, and oblivion. Karl still considered her a worse idiot in turning pages and swapping lives. 

Then, always migrate and find other motivations (or the same ones in different contexts), and inspiration is possible. The human, wandering, nomad, explorer, and curious, achieves in the expansion, find other motives and reasons. An expansion in ideas, feelings, knowledge, and senses. A continuous journey, Leave to be absent, not to fall into oblivion. A trip to understand and find other questions while discovering how to answer them. He couldn't dream of possible scenarios or longings. He had lost them with Milina, she, the halfway. Hence disappointment after disappointment, it is not a surprise to attend alone the Saturday in the wall with a beer. In his last romance, he never expects a search or a word from Bia. And that, like the absence of Bia's words of love, in reality, tormented him. Despite the sex, the time together, and that for others, there was a risk when she was with him. She risked him, and he didn't let Bia lose. Until she dumped him.

The human is in the absence, and departing ceases to be oblivion, a memory. Repetition cannot occur because there is no possibility of retail on this trip. Each event occurs one time to be a spectacular input of a story to learn and to motivate feelings. The absence inspires stories and myths. Truths to remember and lies to invent. The worst idiot is the one who turns into oblivion, pretending to overcome, which is lovely to keep current: life. He doesn't meet my standards - she said forcefully and calmly while she drank her light beer. He listened attentively. He had heard it several times in those videos on social networks and for the first time live, and they told him, like someone who confesses to a psychologist. He thought of responding to her that it was not about him complying with you, but her with that person she wanted to measure. Or perhaps, as a man seeking her sympathy, tell her that as an empowered woman, she was right. But, it is not about saying anything at that time. She knows it. He corroborates it"