Instinct

"Everyone in their frustrations awaits the rebellion generated by others, but that somehow calms their hunger and frees them from their oppression. The others, they that if they lose, they will be penalized, and if they win, they will not be penalized (because they will not be cheered either). It's rare in human organizations to find empathy, loyalty, and trust. The brave are lonely, and the instinct of survival or supremacy (for convenience) can be more than that of romantic brotherhood. It is not a question of these times (now, these days are the ones that are recorded) but of what is promoted out of fear and ambition. He could not close his eyes because that roof gave him the option of not thinking. Wasn't all that has been said enough? It never is, but it's also too much. It was already after midnight. "The girl of the images" betrayed him by making him believe it had been him. That could be considered unforgivable, but the truth was that she wanted to escape from him. And she found that way to do it. There, hidden, hurt, he didn't want to close his eyes to see her. Because? She didn't deserve it anymore. He would not sleep, despite all the tiredness and his wounds. He would wait a bit to try to change the escape this time, yes, definitely.

Ignoring the rest is easy, or rather, moving appropriately among them, hypocritically. Nonetheless, in that hypocrisy, the convenient and desired conspiracy can arise. An action that the others (well, some of them) can do so as not to put them in danger, despite that distrust increases. The conspiracy is flammable and uncontrollable despite pretending it is. The variables involved are not controllable, and the results are usually others, or many, even if one of them is what is expected. But the others, in the long term, can be worse than what they wanted to attack. His instinct was affected, and it made him weak. He couldn't say it was the years, his isolation amid so many people, but his excessive confidence in others. -I had already heard this from myself - he said to himself. So, he began to walk a bit through Freemont to the California casino. The mixture of the smell of weed and tobacco made him tired and almost sick, but it was still part of the atmosphere on that hot June night. People looked at him curiously. Who walks in moccasins and a suit on a night like this in the old downtown?

Reality and consciousness are mixed in that human creation. The first one is perceived because a human is there. Consciousness is had because the human contains it. But it is precisely written in terms of perception and contention, and much has already been written about how what is even remembered is a creation itself. And that is why those capable of recreating and forgetting are admired, not being a prisoner of what maintains fury, desires, and expectations of others. Regardless, waiting for that cannot be seen as something bad since it is hope. She hated remembering Karurosu and more when making love with others. Six men had already passed in it, and she still couldn't get it out of her head despite the fact that she was the one who left it and who ignored it. Six men in two years after she simply dumped him for the first one over a text. For Karurosu, after the sorrow, remembering her, without avoiding not thinking about her, the words are simply: needs, pleasures, ambitions, and desires. She felt her lover's semen from that moment inside her. She faked her orgasm and went to the bathroom. The tonight's man in his bed simply stepped aside and took her phone, giving likes to a couple of other women who were part of his cattle while she drowned her bitterness, hating that memory of Karurosu.

Hope could still be considered instinctive. But the civilization has not been very good at sustaining certain instincts and rather has supposedly generated other negative ones. The times that have passed and the visible actions reveal, for example, that waiting for action towards others is instinctive. Perhaps preservation leads to resignation and inaction, forgetting to get away, and grouping when collaborating is necessary. So, it exists positive instincts developed by civilization? This an intimate question for each human subject. His narcissism led him to reach another Friday alone, between pornography, memories, and waiting for Monday to really live. Why share? -Everything would end at any moment - he told himself while he waited for the real dream to attack him. Sleeping, Monday comes faster - It is said to avoid thinking that he could socialize and perhaps have another woman. But that other lover would not only not be like him but would not be like her either. "