meticulous exercise of vanity is almost total ignorance of this condition. Almost no records for themselves insolent to pretend that need to be better. To the impartial spectator this persistence is annoying and somewhat ridiculous, as they note on the excessive energy in the care of certain truths that can not be doubted.
And this plaza full of soldiers in Quito, what they want. "Present Arrrr ..." as to whether this or the dozens of medals hanging in his uniform, resurface any glory. On one side of the square there is another army, but shoeshine, and I decide for one. "Pasta or ink?" He says. I do not understand. What is better. Is less than five feet and I wonder how will my shoes after that strange grinding that occurs in surface finishing technologies. Will be clearer, I say, and visibly upset.
Taking this to extremes, who intends to appear top in any discipline looking for look like a stereotype. Note that we are in the crust on the outside, not the vain pursuit of excellence, but its shadow consistent. But these shadows are mixed together, and it happens that are very similar vain. Woe to them if they knew that the pursuit of glamorous sets them apart originality.
Stranded in Bogotá. Ezeiza closed and therefore sit on the outside, like ripples in a pond. There are fifteen hours of delay, and lead to a middling hotel on a highway in eternal reconstruction. I bark to the porter when he suggests that we must share rooms. Barks at people when they admit that Aerolineas Argentinas has no system to upgrade. "What a shame sir, no sir." They are friendly but in an unctuous, oblique, that offends me even more.
vanity sheds most obvious are those that focus on four or five points clear: beauty, money, fame, even intelligence. There who claims to be intelligent, and immediately cease to be. There is a more subtle conceit, concerning the time and happiness. A facelift or a perfect tan speak of a concern for beauty-within the genre of the Vanities obvious-but also about power to stop time or use it to better please.
Time. Who me back my time in this hotel before, and in the airport now. No job is worth it, that tell another that traveling is pleasant. I run down the highway destroyed, people pass me look like a madman, and I think that's what I am. No more runs here. I get lost, and I note that no know where my hotel.
Finally, I think there are people who boast of their happiness. This subgenus is distinguished by a wishful thinking, an energy that can only come from drugs, and difficulty in solidarity with each other in difficult moments. "No, I'm not going to funerals, it is very bad vibes." But give me the sad, inconclusive as to those who are sensitive to the imperfection of the world. Give me the insecure, the ugly, those who have bad luck and even those who attract storms. Not for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven, but will have my sympathy, for I shall not find them even a hint of vanity. And there who read this will identify some vanity in me Well, I say that is the lowest dose that I have been prescribed to prevent greater evils. Or so I prefer to believe.
I return to hotel. I sleep two hours. We are called to go to Eldorado. And still do not know if I have to move to Business, as I deserve.
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