Yes friends, yes ... Good things come in this life ... to thirty!
Anyway. Years I've been offline to everyone that sage video Carlos Areces and abdominal traitors ...
But over time, and on the eve of today, have come to understand that we have a few more sambenitos you guys with this thirty ... I mean the phenomenon of treintatontos (also known as sillythirties, trentebêtes or dummdreißig, there pa all tastes and in all languages, hear!).
Basically, the principle of this phenomenon comes from the following reflection. Do you remember when you had fifteen years? Okay, I sputtered hormones, you lived in a perpetual emotional roller coaster, you mirabais reconocíais the mirror and not the stranger who was on the other side of the glass ... Yes, yes ... During the twenty perhaps you meant it never turn back on spending for a time as stupid as that, that the years are mature and quiet, you had passed adolescence as if it were a measles ...
HA! HA! HA! With treintatontos toparéis you! It
arriving thirty-maturity / wisdom, growth / personal development and intelligence! they all go to hell. It is reaching thirty and you discover that you are as dumb as when you were fifteen, just above older.
Yes arrive thirty and you, who nursed the philosophy of Bert and Ernie, the Cookie Monster, Coco and the Witch failure, you give yourself headlong into a reality that is far from alleged social equality with which you grew up: suddenly fall upon you ladies near and far (and all ages, to make matters worse!) to remind you that the same is the (fucking) rice and you're going and going ... And discover that instead of being more chatty reporter Sesame Street (for example), you would have to wear and to procreate, or at least to mount a bodorrio (pa then reproduce, of course), because that is what is expected of you. Come on, you're already taking longer to enter the fucking ring!! And you, that you were not aware and were a thing, thinking they really had no choice, and you could do what you wanted!
That is a facet
treintatonta (which probably explains much of the angst treintatonta) but there's more, there's more!! Suddenly, you look in the mirror and actually do not have the same look as ten years ago. You are on the face such unmistakable marks of expression are born they all thirties from nostrils to the corners of your mouth ... You find a gray ¡¡¡¡¡¡ and then another !!!!!! And worst of all, it's over, you feel as a misfortune, we, white hair a fool, a rebel or a groove Lorza indelible miserable existence ... you
And then gives you colorful rags to buy online without rhyme or reason. Then ask yourself what you pass to buy high heels (though in your life you've climbed a few). You buy lipsticks progressively darker colors. I miss most pot. We test a wonderbra. You realize you take them at least four or five years all the actresses in Hollywood with her tits
in place (well, except the poor Lindsay Lohan, who is 6 years younger and appears to have 20 more) ... And you think about all the things you have not done when he played (and would even if they were to be old!), And stupidly, you feel like taking them, as if that made any sense, as there was no tomorrow, as if the world was over, as if it would have after the impregnable walls of a desert wasteland outside THIRTY ...
Curiously, this calculation is an insufferable navel-gazing, because when you look around, see and know women thirty and forty or more that are great, but you ... like everything seems worse and amplified: you know you'll never amount to emulate, because yours is a fucking disaster without remedy.
And yes, like the guys you read this and you think bullshit. Sure to think: 'What are the women crazy! There is none the understand! ". Well, let me tell you here and God is not saved. If we enter this arrechucho irrational on the eve of the thirties, then wait until you come to you the existential crisis of the forty! (And when you give to buy you a convertible when you had never felt a pulse so stupid, you will remember that I say!).
However, after much thought, much to suffer, much fear it and a lot of trouble to try to understand, I have come to one conclusion: Yes, I'm hopelessly stupid. I was at fifteen, and I will continue, no matter you have thirty, forty, fifty or fifty thousand. I'm afraid old me. I'm afraid to meet older. I'm afraid not have time to do everything (whatever it is that 'all'). But I have to live with it. I have to live with those fears and make it appropriate not overwhelm me the cursed monster treintatonto.
Since I have this straight, when I feel the arrechucho to buy some new boots and a dress with flowers, I think, "Oh! That Julia treintatonta! ". I almost feel tenderness that fool in me. Sometimes I let it give the whim. Nor is hurting anyone, right?
Ugh. You will see that unbearable will from now on, what they already have thirty-up!
PS: As someone else tells me it's: "The thirty? But if you're in the prime of life! But it's a pretty old! But it's a beautiful age! "Or any other variation, I'll shoot, I swear (Note:" Being in the prime of life "is to be sixty years, not thirty, dammit). Quedais warned.
Acknowledgements: As you see, the drawings accompanying this post are grown, with the invaluable ayudilla Don Eulez (I do not know how to use the Fotochó ... It was he who has coloreao to me ...) . Thanks, eulez!! (For this and support my green monster almost as much as myself ...). And speaking of support to my monster, I would also like to thank my girls: yes, yes, you, I endure the monster and you share yours with me ... Thanks, girls!
Anyway. Years I've been offline to everyone that sage video Carlos Areces and abdominal traitors ...
But over time, and on the eve of today, have come to understand that we have a few more sambenitos you guys with this thirty ... I mean the phenomenon of treintatontos (also known as sillythirties, trentebêtes or dummdreißig, there pa all tastes and in all languages, hear!).
Basically, the principle of this phenomenon comes from the following reflection. Do you remember when you had fifteen years? Okay, I sputtered hormones, you lived in a perpetual emotional roller coaster, you mirabais reconocíais the mirror and not the stranger who was on the other side of the glass ... Yes, yes ... During the twenty perhaps you meant it never turn back on spending for a time as stupid as that, that the years are mature and quiet, you had passed adolescence as if it were a measles ... HA! HA! HA! With treintatontos toparéis you! It
arriving thirty-maturity / wisdom, growth / personal development and intelligence! they all go to hell. It is reaching thirty and you discover that you are as dumb as when you were fifteen, just above older.
Yes arrive thirty and you, who nursed the philosophy of Bert and Ernie, the Cookie Monster, Coco and the Witch failure, you give yourself headlong into a reality that is far from alleged social equality with which you grew up: suddenly fall upon you ladies near and far (and all ages, to make matters worse!) to remind you that the same is the (fucking) rice and you're going and going ... And discover that instead of being more chatty reporter Sesame Street (for example), you would have to wear and to procreate, or at least to mount a bodorrio (pa then reproduce, of course), because that is what is expected of you. Come on, you're already taking longer to enter the fucking ring!! And you, that you were not aware and were a thing, thinking they really had no choice, and you could do what you wanted! That is a facet
treintatonta (which probably explains much of the angst treintatonta) but there's more, there's more!! Suddenly, you look in the mirror and actually do not have the same look as ten years ago. You are on the face such unmistakable marks of expression are born they all thirties from nostrils to the corners of your mouth ... You find a gray ¡¡¡¡¡¡ and then another !!!!!! And worst of all, it's over, you feel as a misfortune, we, white hair a fool, a rebel or a groove Lorza indelible miserable existence ... you
And then gives you colorful rags to buy online without rhyme or reason. Then ask yourself what you pass to buy high heels (though in your life you've climbed a few). You buy lipsticks progressively darker colors. I miss most pot. We test a wonderbra. You realize you take them at least four or five years all the actresses in Hollywood with her tits
in place (well, except the poor Lindsay Lohan, who is 6 years younger and appears to have 20 more) ... And you think about all the things you have not done when he played (and would even if they were to be old!), And stupidly, you feel like taking them, as if that made any sense, as there was no tomorrow, as if the world was over, as if it would have after the impregnable walls of a desert wasteland outside THIRTY ... Curiously, this calculation is an insufferable navel-gazing, because when you look around, see and know women thirty and forty or more that are great, but you ... like everything seems worse and amplified: you know you'll never amount to emulate, because yours is a fucking disaster without remedy.
And yes, like the guys you read this and you think bullshit. Sure to think: 'What are the women crazy! There is none the understand! ". Well, let me tell you here and God is not saved. If we enter this arrechucho irrational on the eve of the thirties, then wait until you come to you the existential crisis of the forty! (And when you give to buy you a convertible when you had never felt a pulse so stupid, you will remember that I say!).
However, after much thought, much to suffer, much fear it and a lot of trouble to try to understand, I have come to one conclusion: Yes, I'm hopelessly stupid. I was at fifteen, and I will continue, no matter you have thirty, forty, fifty or fifty thousand. I'm afraid old me. I'm afraid to meet older. I'm afraid not have time to do everything (whatever it is that 'all'). But I have to live with it. I have to live with those fears and make it appropriate not overwhelm me the cursed monster treintatonto.
Since I have this straight, when I feel the arrechucho to buy some new boots and a dress with flowers, I think, "Oh! That Julia treintatonta! ". I almost feel tenderness that fool in me. Sometimes I let it give the whim. Nor is hurting anyone, right?
Ugh. You will see that unbearable will from now on, what they already have thirty-up!
PS: As someone else tells me it's: "The thirty? But if you're in the prime of life! But it's a pretty old! But it's a beautiful age! "Or any other variation, I'll shoot, I swear (Note:" Being in the prime of life "is to be sixty years, not thirty, dammit). Quedais warned.
Acknowledgements: As you see, the drawings accompanying this post are grown, with the invaluable ayudilla Don Eulez (I do not know how to use the Fotochó ... It was he who has coloreao to me ...) . Thanks, eulez!! (For this and support my green monster almost as much as myself ...). And speaking of support to my monster, I would also like to thank my girls: yes, yes, you, I endure the monster and you share yours with me ... Thanks, girls!
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