The Merit of A Job
Working is always the way out.
I just heard last week that someone I’m supposed to trust, someone I should’ve been able to count on had spreadt a spiteful, nasty, untruthful rumor about me.
And to think that she told such horrible lies to the people I care most… It was very devastating to me. I mean, I know, even best friends can sometimes turn nasty against each other (though it has never happened to me, thank God) - sisters or brothers, spouses… But this is way beyond that. Beyond my comprehension.
And I find it very difficult to talk about. Because while a part of me always thinks that nobody would believe what happened, another part also thinks that it’s a terrible shame for me that that person has the heart to do that to me.
And it was worse than the previous events because I found out about this one right before the long weekend. I have always been averse to holidays for exactly this reason. Holidays give you the chance to brood about problems and troubles and if you let it gets under your skin, you’re toast.
I had a project to finish, thank God, so I spent most of my weekend doing it. Pretty Boy was there too, watching my every move as I typed my work into a word processor.
Him being there and reminding me of how nervous I can be around someone I like, really took my thoughts away from those painful things she had generated.
Anyway, I distracted him with the dictionary and soon he was immersing himself in measurement tables (of all things) and resurfacing from time to time to pester me with questions.
I’m back to work again today and the world seemed to have settled back to its axis. What a wonder a group of 12 screaming 7 year-olds can do to calm your nerves.
I’ve found a great site to perv on Iker (click here if you’re one of his salivating female fans). Been browsing on the hundreds of great pics available there and I realised that Iker and I have the same habit: we touch our ears a lot. I do that when I am slightly uncomfortable or when I want some time to think - wonder what his reason is.
This site also commented on how vocal Iker had lately been about the performance of the defenders. I think he is wholly justified. The defenders were a complete DISGRACE. They should never play alongside someone as good as my Iker. Huh.
What’s good about Iker is that he hardly ever blames anyone else when Real Madrid concedes a goal. It was a split second of a display of disappointment on his own performance and then back into the game again. The time to pound on the defenders was always during the attack - never after a goal has been conceded. So if he starts to voice complaints about the way the defenders work now, I think it’s about time. More power to you, caro mio.
