MUY PRONTO
miércoles, 28 de enero de 2009
Running with scissors
Recently I read a book written by an american writer, Augusten Burroughs, and the tittle was quite amusing, Running with scissors. The scene that projected that tittle was also enjoyable, it was me, around five or six years old, and my sister running after. I remembered just that time when I got grounded because I hide and run with my sisters bunny-figure scissors. Those were her favorite thing in the world and I took them away of her forever, right after I ended up my punishment. She didn't notice the night I sneak in her bedroom, open her drawers and found the bunny scissors. I cutted one piece out of her curtains and left.
She never knew where her scissors were, and my parents thought she was sort of sonambulist because of the missing patch on her curtains. Although within the years I had felt a little bit of remorse of what I did, I'd never told anyone about the real situation, until now. Back in those days we used to lived in a building facility, nowadays we live in a house. The building had this sand-box and I dug enough to make a big hole, where I settled the scissors. During a whole lot of years I forgot about the scissors, however the book brought me back that memoir. I was on vacations visiting my hometown city when I read it, so I decided to visit the sand-box, but instead I found a new wooden fun-park. Probably the bunny scissors were a few centimeters underground or were dug out by one of the workers that constructed the fun-park.
The thing is that she hasn't recall the situation since she was nine. It seems my sister doesn't reminds the good old days of her bunny scissors, and I expect to tell her the truth one day, probably she'll start running after me, like she did everytime I took her scissors.
She never knew where her scissors were, and my parents thought she was sort of sonambulist because of the missing patch on her curtains. Although within the years I had felt a little bit of remorse of what I did, I'd never told anyone about the real situation, until now. Back in those days we used to lived in a building facility, nowadays we live in a house. The building had this sand-box and I dug enough to make a big hole, where I settled the scissors. During a whole lot of years I forgot about the scissors, however the book brought me back that memoir. I was on vacations visiting my hometown city when I read it, so I decided to visit the sand-box, but instead I found a new wooden fun-park. Probably the bunny scissors were a few centimeters underground or were dug out by one of the workers that constructed the fun-park.
The thing is that she hasn't recall the situation since she was nine. It seems my sister doesn't reminds the good old days of her bunny scissors, and I expect to tell her the truth one day, probably she'll start running after me, like she did everytime I took her scissors.
Dr. Finch's office
Dr. Finch is one of the main characthers of the book, Running with scissors, he is a very loose guy, even though he is a psychiatrist, who intends to help his patients with very weird methods. One of them is to make people talk truly and direct, this helps on them because there's no regreatments or any hard feelings left behind. Well that's kind of what Dr. Finch thinks. In order to began that treatment, he invented a name for a room or a space that allows a person to speak out things that he or she wants to talk about, but for some reason they doesn´t. In Dr. Finch's office there was a little supply room, and he confessed he went in there anytime he wanted to jerk off ideas, feelings and moods. The idea is to talk to someone, even to ourselves, and talk for us.
This space or room was my inspiration for this blog. The name is masturbatorium, and it´s where I get to talk about things, maybe sometimes nonsenses stuff or really deep thoughts, but the intention is to tell things I want to say. For example if I want to write something to someone but I don´t dare, I'll publish it right here. I just tell and write, certainly it doesn´t matters if it's in any foreign language. I will tell stories and anecdotes, also poems. This space right here is my masturbatorium so I will jerk off anytime I want with anything I like.
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