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Subjective Spoil

Many years ago, of a tailor Cleveland met President Kennedy . The latter needed a dress, then went to what was called "The King of cloth" in the city. The tailor knew it was a unique opportunity to Kennedy and made the best dress imaginable. The President loves it and commissioned thirty.
After two days, the tailor, received a call from the White House : JFK wanted to know what he would ask to be his personal tailor! I would move to Washington with a full staff at your disposal. Of course such a thing unleashed the enthusiasm dell'ometto, which invested all of its capital to prepare thirty clothing and requested his removal.

Unfortunately, a few days later, in Dallas, Kennedy was killed.

Here began the trouble: there was NO signed contract (at the time JFK was light years away from scandals and Scandaletti ... it was without the slightest stain on a U.S. citizen, so I do not feel the confidence to blame the tailor), the White House began to not respond to her calls, completed almost thirty clothes were no longer because, in Washington, no one knew who that guy. It was the collapse financial and personal tailor for many years after he managed to recover and to practice his profession, of course no longer recover the prestige and fame he had acquired before the meeting with Kennedy.

Why is this story interesting? Why anyone hear tell this story can be found to consider it a nice diversion on JFK, one of those small and private affairs of great men who contribute to bringing down the bark " epic", bringing the level of the mere mortals ... but the few interpret it for what it is: the event that marked the whole life of the Tailor of Cleveland . This man has more resumed since then and for the rest of his life had come to terms with what had happened in 1963. Yet for those who may have found this story on this blog the main instinct was to give it the classification of "minor story" on President Kennedy. It is probably a normal thing: JFK is a character that instinctively seems suitable to embody the "protagonist " the tailor dreamer seems born to play the " supporting actor." Unfortunately, things are not always the case.

We all make this mistake in interpreting our lives. All of us attribute the role of protagonist and treat, even unconsciously, those around us as supporting actor. We always forget that we in our turn to reality assume secondary roles in the life of every person we meet and of which, from our subjective, we see just a part of the shoulder in our own movie.

Maybe that's why very often make blunders, sometimes even death. We persist in believing that, by protagonists, we do not run no danger because the pace does not provide narrative twists in this sequence, nothing can go because the finish is very distant, when it comes, will be dramatic, exciting, and epic " definitive" as the departure of Frodo the end of "The Return of the King "or as Don Quixote which transfers to the overwhelming power of reality after a life controlled by the imagination.
I think it would be nice if we started planting of always looking at everything from our subjective inevitably flawed, but I have a sneaking suspicion that the change of perspective is an option that did not include in our instruction booklet.

A big thank you to Brian Michael Bendis that, in the beautiful " Goldfish ', made me discover the story above.

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Tom Hansen c'est Moi! What would Sigmund

Those who know me long enough knows that there are some specific issues that might turn a conversation with myself in an outburst. Speaking of Cinema, for example, claiming that the authors I love without presenting the reasons that I can consider it credible is a good example (and also applicable to literary tastes, but only in small part, to the music).
This intolerance, which in the eyes of a little attention could be simply arrogance, born of the conviction of the validity of some personal passions, the result of many years of enjoyment and articulate " scientific." This means that if a joker was to challenge the slow camera movements in "Barry Lyndon " would be better cavasse out of the hat drawn some justification for this appalling nonsense and do not dare to be a Criticón who has only seen the half of Kubrick's films before sentencing in this way ... otherwise the debate would end with blows of flying chairs.

There are other topics related to personal matters that it is good and just avoid dealing in my presence. I tend to tie the finger most of the atrocities committed against me and that means that even if a hypothetical my ex-schoolmate had become Nobel Prize for Peace, in my view, it would always be the guy that I he dropped his pants in front of classmates in elementary school (NOT happened, for information). My attitude canine "which leads me to refuse to let me fondle a second time from the idiot that made me sick in the first led me, therefore, to cultivate grievances that can be considered" exaggerated "by friends and acquaintances but are almost always "final", impossible to erase, in my present life in omnia secula seculorum . One of these grievances in the past has resurfaced with arrogance but a few days ago to foster a personal reaction unpublished.
will not explain in detail what I'm talking about, so the most trusted friends know this very well. For newcomers or visitors of this blog scombiccherato I can provide a hint: if you've seen " (500) Days of Summer", a delightful comedy of last year (in which the protagonist, Tom Hansen , shows disturbing similarities of character and taste with myself ... or at least with myself that it was a few years ago) you may have noticed the dramatic event that throws into disarray the hero in the Third Act. Here, we just talking about "that" ... further papal papal bond that is created between me and the character played by the (very good) Joseph Gordon-Levitt.

I discovered the materialization of this condition a few days ago, through evil and those complex mechanisms underlying social networks and that will lead not only to find it difficult to contact those who really want to hear but also to intensify contacts with people who what you'd like to avoid a urinary tract infection. Among other things, a chat and I am made aware of this "news" and at first, when my brain processes and the news rolls very well to do with acquiring consciousness, it seems that my reaction will be that traditional linked to anger, fierce disappointment, frustration and deep desire to meet someone to tell me: " But you know that the other night I saw" Once Upon a Time in America "and I have made two balls like that?" for me to jump in my throat. Instead ... nothing. Taking a simple view of the fact in itself, a brief comment on the type of mind " Oh okay ... what can I do! " And then on, the day takes its course! Unbelievable but true: perhaps the most " Bear Bear," resentful as being on the planet, the natural son of Grinch and Scrooge has the ability to turn the page with a natural, extreme actions.
personally aware of the rest deep personal attitude to the "aggressive" towards the contingencies of life and grievances related to the past but a week or so, for the first time I saw him open a crack in the barrier most Sometimes I have built around ... and, incredibly, my first instinct was not to close it but to extend it to exit.

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For some years now, I do not remember my dreams. I wake up in the morning and rest for a few seconds staring at the ceiling and feel a special feeling in my bones. Depending on what I feel right now I open my eyes, expand their knowledge of tone of what is, probably, I dreamed that night. Waking up with an unexpected joy and optimism that seems slamming menate that I will face (and maybe waiting for me during that same day) is a symptom of a night spent in the arms of some very pleasant dream, wake up with a malaise that has no explanation rational, or even worse, with an unmotivated and uncontrollable anger is unmistakable signal that some particularly tough nightmare has just decamped.

But I remember my dreams as a child. I remember clearly one in which flanked the Ghostbusters in a particularly difficult mission in a kind of giant tower that, in my head as a teenager rounded film and comic books, was to be located in New York but, honestly, I've never seen immortalized in some photos on the Big Apple !

I remember one where a fire was blazing in my grandmother's house. I was able to flee before the disaster, and soon after, my father noted with dismay that it had all been generated by a "short circuit" in an electrical outlet under the sink in the bathroom (do not know how can such an event, but I think you can forgive some "poetic license " in the dream of a kid). I remember the first visit to grandma's house after the terrible dream I ran into the bathroom just to breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of the sink with absolutely no grip killer.

Why now do not even remember one? Why wake up I have to live with the feelings and I can not live the very causes of the above? Maybe it's a personal removal? Candidly admit that, as continue to keep a bright streak of madness and a taste for all that is fanciful and unlikely, the passage of time has withered some parts of that land was once fertile and ready to favor the growth of any fantasy staff ... but I never thought that this change in the design and use of dreams could be a bad symptom.

It is not that you no longer wish to dream ... maybe I do not have the ability to enjoy it and recognize it. Like all those who love to write, I always used the cliché " I write because I'm not happy with the world I see, so I create another." this outside is usually always accompanied by another comment: "Write do best when you are unhappy, because when you are happy you are too busy to enjoy life you have rather than wasting time to invent another! "Maybe now I'm satisfied with what they are ... and I do not need to turn to my unconscious to take refuge in other scenarios.

I'd be so ... and not the signal that a dispassionate dreamer like me, over the course of time, is likely to be overwhelmed worst nightmare of all: the Reality.