Frustation and Resenment

"There is so much noise that some prefer to remain silent, allowing the noise of these fools to be taken as truth, even though the truth spreads calmly. In some way, the truth itself does not take positions; it generates them. Only that positioned truth is a version that is spat out and vomited. What to answer then when the stench of vomit remains? The version that is not individually accepted as accurate, thanks to the silence of those who reason and are discouraged by any foolish discussion, prevails and affects. It contributes to frustration and resentment. But what is adequate is not the truth. He knew if it was jetlag or the hustle and bustle of three days traveling between planes, trains, and cars or that the pace of activity had simply increased, fortunately. And that was lucky because there was no time for nostalgia, frustration, or resentment. Frustration and resentment - he said while noticing that the mountains were not visible thanks to the fog. However, if he opened just one email from there, he realized that they were all the ones left behind, and he confirmed, once again, the good decision to leave. These feelings would remain there and already spread throughout much of the world. Notably, reaching the night amid so much rage was a triumph. Now, it was almost eleven at night. He observed the sky several times, clear since midday and now on another night in which we live at the end of one autumn and the beginning of another winter.

However, reason does not guarantee enough for tired human beings to sleep peacefully for a long time, either on a small or large scale. On the trim, more unbearable level, those who sign their diplomas and call themselves thinkers simply explain why they are always on that small, insignificant, and frustrating level. The others, a little higher up, know this irrational frustration guarantees hatred and fear. Enough so that those on a large scale feel satisfied with their propaganda. So, if someone needs to respond, it should not be with the same stench but with the calm of someone who sees a sick person who is not contagious but repels. She had to show it again to guarantee her views and likes, maybe half a nipple because her natural sensuality was not enough. Her frustration and resentment was knowing that she had been loved a couple of times and that she, perhaps, only did it once. And her ambition and the desire of that man, who simply discarded her, were more substantial. Her substance, her way of being, made her free but not happy. She laughed, of course, because laughter was the only thing she had left, like her increasingly fewer orgasms. But a woman like her would always find a passionate person and a sponsor. She would, of course, be in favor of the latter. 

It is not expected that stupidity comes from people who have had the opportunity to acquire and confront knowledge, nor from those who know the culture, the languages, and the diversity, and one could say that they are part of the world. But it seems that being an imbecile is not cured only with knowledge, and it is then that there is another factor: perhaps empathy for not going to spirituality, which guarantees not only thought but reason itself. At that point, due to that particularity, one could think that wisdom is arrogance and that it is better to recognize human bestiality, to make the human being replaceable, if not extinguishable. However, it is precisely this need to confront imbecility that humanity must persist in. She needed to understand exclusivity. Her past fears didn't make her believe in what motivated her mind and body but inspired her instead. She understood it later when he was no longer there. He simply remembered her as a beautiful and exciting past, but it didn't go any further for her. In another story, she overcame her pride, fears, and hypochondriac attitude to make him feel that together, it was more fun, one with the other and not her against him, as had been happening for a while when she met a man. In any case, the other story with him was the basis for an (erotic) story, and the truth was that it simply stayed in porn. And in the clean up and get out.

The real frustration is that despite the knowledge, there is so much stupidity. The resentment is against the group of humans who have successfully managed to make people doubt it. At that point, it is said that something is missing—something that allows reason and common sense to somehow control anger and fear. Not only that but there can also be knowledge and structures that can lead to reasoning. This is when it is said there is still much work for thought but little time to see what idiocy causes. She made her decision. And that decision was enough to make her understand that there was nothing to do or wait for. She had made others in the past, out of inspiration, motivation, or immaturity..., now, out of calm perhaps, but not having arrived that last night was enough to make her understand that simply, there was nothing to wait for, fortunately for him. Or for both of them. In any case, everything was already a memory. Sweet, no doubt, but in the end, a memory."