North East Gay Dogging

62 hours

I spent the weekend outside the home was used to make order between the thoughts. Or at least that is what I hope. Friday, at the end of the workday, I was going to take the train to Milan and it is then that a myriad of thoughts began to assail me. Now that I'm back home from London I try to give full meaning to everything. In a month we finally leave behind the winter. That day will have a symbolic meaning for me. By then, in fact, once freed from the cold, I can strip a lot of uncertainties. It will therefore be the arrival of spring to score the final detachment: work and private life inevitably take two different paths. I'm tired of filling these pages only of subjects related to work. I have lost the street my conscience, my inner self and I do not like. At a time when the working day will be the dull routine and nothing more, then I can take care of me, of my free time. Note: the free time. During the journey to Milan, I met a fellow known during the first days of training for new recruits. I have interacted in a very relaxed except for a brief but intense moment of despair, "If you travel every day you'll realize that you will not have a moment for you." "And that you can only spend the weekend to rest." These are his words. E 'game at that point to a complicated processing of these claims. It will be my duty (In addition to being a primary goal) clearly separate work and private life. My job is just to forget (for 62 hours) people, places belonging to a certain reality. Will I even try not to be that kind of person that I gave the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing. And at that point it will be my duty to figure out who can make my free time a moment that worth living, find people, how best to give a meaning to a short space of time that should be enjoyed fully. In a sense, these two months of work have triggered in me a survival mechanism aimed at self-protection and management reports. The result was an Enzo which is now the case is forgotten. Now that it will acquire the trappings of the routine of normalcy, I will return to finally be free to be who they are. And those 62 hours? Will be lived up to, constantly striving for perfection. It 's a very convoluted post. The ideas are still confused, I realize. I want to say that the substance of life, true life. Even for just 62 hours. The rest will follow.