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I was searching for a mail, and it got a word like “irritated”.

While skipping the titles I find one email from 2005. Twelve years ago.
Out of curiosity I read it.

It was a mail I sent to a dear friend. My writing was full of hatred, I felt bad for myself.
And I admit that I was lucky. It doesn’t happen so often to look back into your past and understand the change you’ve been going through.

A the same time I think we should all keep some kind of journal, to remember also of the bad things. To know which kind of person you were and which kind you decided to become.

Dinner time, two men talking to each other, both married, both with female children.

One wished me a man, the other was, without any doubt, sure that girls were better.
I was shocked. A father that told girls were better with no doubt?

His answer was shocking and true.
“Girls give you much more love, more hugs, more kisses. Coming from a family made mostly from male this was such a relief and a new thing to me. I couldn’t ask for anything better”.

So true.
Men are inherently oriented towards the “Macho” example.
They keep their emotions shut, they favor the behaviour of the “Strong man”, instead of being open about feelings and so on.
A man doesn’t hug as much as a girl, and if it does, he’s looked as if he’s gay (not a problem to be gay, but you know, the issue here is that a behaviour triggers a misconception).

That’s our main limit as men.
Society and our thinking limits us to being this fake image, this straw hat of mankind.
We could be more than that, but judgements, people and so on, blocks us from express our full range of emotions.

I was out with a friend couple of months ago. We entered in this cosy, crowded bar and we asked for a cocktail and a cup of white wine.

The bar is one of the most famous here and it was very noisy, yet welcoming.
The girls at the counter received the order and I kept waiting.

After not so long a girl from the bar comes to me and tells me that there’s no white wine anymore.
My friend thought about it and, after evaluating which wines were left, decided to change bar.

I was not accustomed to this, because to me once you get into a bar, a club, whatever, it’s like you already made up your choice.

She, instead, consciously decided that that place didn’t have something suitable to offer and changed bar.
Which is…right.

Sometimes the only rule is the one we think of, even if there is no rule.

The queen of england doesn’t have that much power, but has a defined control over the well being of an entire nation.

This control comes from the fact that, while the people in the country might fight, she represent a stable point, something that won’t change.

In italy, as in many other places, you always fight and debate about politics, and while this also happens in england, that is only part of the truth.

The queen detracts power and unite the nation, it is probably the most powerful element the polarize all the people towards the same goal.
As such, it is required for the queen/king to be impeccable, otherwise she/he would fail to do the most important thing: keep people together.

Changing is difficult because the major part of changing consist in questioning yourself, your habits, your actions.

Basically changing requires you to be able to judge yourself and find all the possible errors in one day.

It is not based on finding the good, only the bad.
And it’s difficult because together with this you have to keep up the morale.
Because if you keep finding errors it’s easy to think you’re not suited for this.

But you are.