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Friday, November 25, 2005

What do you mean

He just came here, I didn't want to talk but he did. He started talking and did it for about two hours. Then he said that he wanted to eat something. He asked me to join him and then he explained for another quarter an hour why he hates to eat alone. Since it seemed that it was really dramatic for him to eat alone, I went to eat something, although I was not really hungry and I wanted to do what I was doing just before he came into my office. We went to this café that is very close to my office. He was sad, he was depressed. The fact was that... I did not pay attention actually. I was thinking that he has this very funny way to speak about other people, like if there were only two kinds of people, one that are just great, amazing, perfect; and the other one, that are piece of shit. He doesn't allow himself to recognize any mistake in the first group, and he doesn't forgive anything of the second kind. I don't know why he gave me this impression, because actually I was not listening to what he was saying. He continue explaining me why he was sad. I smiled for time to time. He had taken pasta carbonara, I'd a soup. I had eaten my but he was not able to eat, because he had to explain me what was going on with him. I was worried, his pasta was almost complete and he had so many things to say. I was starting to feel incomfortable, I was thinking how to tell him to stop. What I did was to watch the watch, it is an easy sign to understand. He didn't notice it. He continued. I went to the toilette, to interrupt him. I came back, he continued talking. I decided to pay attention, no way, it was to late, he was to far in the story, there was no way that I could catch what he was meaning.
He finished, I say something like "well, life is hard". "Yeah, it is" he said. He ate his pasta and we left the place.
"Hey, thanks for listening to me, I really felt understood".