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docking, order, rules, rationality, realism, pragmatism, logic. But I'm really all about? The fact is that I find him now. There is no doubt, I am this and I would be lying if I said that the thing I'm sorry. However, there is some small detail that escapes me. There is a part of us that has the sweet taste of the dream of the ideal, the fantasy of feeling. It may be that is not stuff for me. But the problem is large and difficult to resolve. If you are convinced of what you are later in life because of all the days will manifest in quite the opposite? In this case, the whole scenario is that the world of individuals may give you a hand, telling you who you in a sincere way for them six or however you appear. Not much to trust people now, I'm sure it'll get a court surface, or at worst, interessato.Ma I need to know. If you love to keep our feet on the ground, if I go into ecstasy when dealing with a situation I find that it all comes back, that everything has an explanation and that two plus two equals four should convey a safe, cryptic. Should I especially enjoy the great gift of synthesis. None of that. Dream, idealism, imagination and feelings. I have many doubts. I'm not a sentimentalist, I shun the fuss, I am a healthy carrier of concreteness and simplicity, especially in relationships. Who reads me could have some complaint to do since I have always said to give much in terms of "heart and soul" to people. But then I am a raw computer or a moron who in 2011 still suffering for others? I am an 'indefinable alien creature. I am arciconvinto. I'm a whole, which has nothing to hide about the fact that I hardly knew. Others. I went through the complex phases in the course of my "42". The other, but I've never liked. The stage of self-pity, I have always accused of despicable cruelty, insensitivity to deep. In that reaction, I have framed as one by one to hit small targets, one by one. Revenge should be enjoyed cold, right? Now I'm at the stage of absolute indifference. Not trying anything else, I might as well quit the role of risk (or rather, the shell) of the war machine. Restart the heart? I try to be sentimental? It will be worth? Written well, it seems that I can afford to choose whether to use reason or feeling. Not to brag but I am in full possession of both. I feel very master of my intellectual gifts. On the front of the heart, however, easily lose controllo.Ma then who are they? Tell me. And above all, what I write? Because if there is someone who understood something of this article, it becomes an honorary member of the AAI: Aliens Unrealized Association.
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