There are people who think they are clever, or think that others are the fools. They are usually the opposite of the real fools, because with their behavior and generate antipathy lies in the relationships with others. Their best friends, in fact, are sharpers like them, used to fool people, and are rubbing each other, in an unstable relationship of love - hate.
Years ago I happened to meet an acquaintance with a large stock of Buston return from shopping, and the name printed on the envelopes, had satisfied the shop cheaper in the city. At the time I had done some reconnaissance in the store, but the products on sale were too cheesy and bad, though they cost very little: the right price for their value.
The girl was a friend of the family often encounter. And I noticed what clothes she wore. Stylish, well made, with refined details.
I noticed and noted.
She meanwhile continued to buy, fashioning the same envelope, to dwell on to describe how little spending of that shop, how much you could do good business ...
I cared little for what they did, after all his business ...
The hassle I was judged to be so dumb ...
began to avoid it: if she did not trust me, any discussion becomes a useless waste of time. The friendly relations should be based on mutual trust, sincerity, or better to close. No one is stupid, and nobody likes being taken for stupid.
Later I met the boyfriend who told me that he had broken the engagement, much to his regret that he still loved her very much. But he discovered that, along with some friends, she was a "hostess" (today we say "escort"), and could not, could not own, to share his choice. What he had to offer was a modest life but dignitosa, ma a lei piaceva il lusso, i capi firmati, la dolce vita; insomma una questione di scelte personali. Dopotutto, o nasci ricco, o fai un lavoro ben remunerato, o fai l’escort; molte possibilità non ci sono e coi gratta e vinci rischi di perdere troppo.
Per finire. La sincerità è sempre premiata. Oggi neanche il medico può nascondere al paziente il suo stato, la classica bugia a fin di bene. Nessuno è del tutto fesso e la verità, purtroppo o per fortuna, vien sempre a galla. Per tutti, nessuno escluso.
Io intanto mi cospargo il capo di cenere…. ( azz…. che fregatura fregarsi da sé: chi non l’ha mai detta a lie, believing it to alleviate the situation?? ....)
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