Visi. Mes visi esam divaini. Katrs par katru divainaks! Nav tacu normala cilveka modelis, pec ka vadities! Un pat, ja kads apgalvo, ka ir tadu izveidojies, man vai Tev vins pilnigi noteikti var skist vel divainaks. Katram savi kriteriji.
Kapec es par to domaju un raksu? Tapat vien. Izgaju no majas loti laicigi, tikai vilciens bija jagaida 15 minutes. Ta nu es staveju pazeme un veroju cilvekus. Ir tadi, kas vienkarsi visu laiku veras tuneli, vai vilciens jau nenak. Tad tie, kas bubina zem deguna: “Kur ir tas sasoditais vilciens? Cik ilgi var gaidit? Neticami!” Vel citi tramigi skatas pulksteni ik pec 15 sekundem un tad skali noelsas. Dazi klust dusmigi. Un citi vienkarsi klausas muziku vai lasa rita avizi. Ko gan katra no sim darbibam mainis vilciena atraka atnaksana? Kad vilciens pienaks, tad pienaks. Bet katram ir savs savaldibas un mera limits. Man ari.
Man, piemeram, nepatik, ja cilveki velk kajas. Darba ir 1 kolege, kas izskatas briniskigi – skaista, smaidosa, ar lielisku augumu apveltita piecdesmitgadniece. Bet vina velk kajas! Viss skaistums, vismaz mana acu prieksa, sabruk. Vai tas parsmarzojusas sievietes – viena tada, kas varetu pusi pudelites no rita uzputusi sev virsu, nostajas blakus vilciena un tad tev vina japacies. Labi, ka nepaliek slikti!
Lai dzivo divainie cilveki!
All. We all are strange. One stranger than other! There is no normal people model to take an example from! And even if there was, someone who would have made it, could seem even stranger to me or to you. Everyone has his own criteria.
Why am I thinking and writing about it? Just like that. I left the house perfectly on time, except I had to wait for a train about for 15 minutes. So I was standing there underground and did people watching. There are some who stare all the time into the tunnel to see if the train is yet coming. Then those, who mumble under their noses: “Where is the f… train? How long are we supposed to wait? Unbelievable!” Then some are looking anxiously at their watch every 15 seconds and then gasp loudly. Some get angry. And then some are simply listening to their music or reading a paper. How can any of these actions change the fact that train is not coming? It will arrive at one point. But everyone has his limits for composure and measures. Me too.
I, for example, don’t like when people are dragging their feet. I have a wonderful-looking colleague – she is beautiful, smily and has a amazing body for her 50ies. But she drags her feet! All the beauty disappears in my eyes. Or, those woman that use half of their perfume’s bottle in the morning – one like that gets in the train and stands next to you – you can almost faint!
Long life for strange people!