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Self-Censorship ... Chiquito and I

thought I was the victim of a vacuum ideas, new things, to communication, which I do! that what I thought ... but the fact is that I can not think of anything "good enough" to put him on the blog ... and honestly I was worried because the truth is that if there is someone who is very clever, that's me ...

So I started thinking and thinking and I realized it was not a lack of ideas but a topic of Self-Censorship ... Self-censorship?? Yes, yes sir Self-Censorship! It turns out that for nearly a month, a person who used to have me appreciate, very seriously told me I should go to a psychologist for me to review ... -To which I do not deny, eye, because I think it is helpful to be professional help to absorb things from day to day, I appreciated the "gesture" and I agreed with him until I happened to ask the reasons for so subtle advice ...

this person told me I needed help because " I definitely would be a mistake ... how is that to believe you than others? Who told you that? Your you looked just like the whole world! -spoke light- personality and if you think differently is because you have a serious problem ... is more, they're your problems that you have been led to believe that you have a peculiar personality . Therefore, you are no different, tienes problemas y problemas de locura, que deberías dejar en manos de un profesional ...."

Evidentemente su porque generó molestia en mi y una suerte de examen... "si yo soy feliz así y veo las cosas de una manera distinta debo creer por eso que tengo problemas de locura? tanto así??? de verdad? anyway, concluí que a mi me encanta como soy y que en verdad quien piense como esta persona definitivamente no capta la esencia de lo que soy, pues en definitiva estoy más cuerda que muchos!!!

Pero no me había dado cuenta de cómo eso caló en el fondo...

Aunque concluí que esas no serían las razones to visit a psychologist and I forgot the subject, it seems that my subconscious ... I've discovered that's what happened in the last month ... I've been self-censoring, trying not to say something "crazy" well "in my view, very personal as to be evident that true self" upset "that apparently I am ... that fear! jejeje

is why to break the silence and mental block, I decided to share with anyone read the post I'll stick to row, which is rather peculiar and personal well being and that is pretty crazy - that's me! - and if it is not a story of an experience like this if not a subject as such, is part of my writing sensual and romantic and encouragement from time to time and the style of the metaphorical, do they call this the best sex organ of all: the brain.

If you think I'm crazy, really sorry, this is who I am and while it does not harm those around me, will continue.

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Someone told me that my first car would be blue ... So I listened with skepticism, not only because I do not like that color for a car if not looked very hard because I had car-so the color was irrelevant, however, more quickly than figured the idea started to become possible and the car of a friend's friend was the best choice!!

So the Corsa came into my hands, not knowing how to handle synchronous but with an immense desire to fly in it ... learning was a theme but it was something I got over quickly become accustomed to the batteries that must be managed in a city like Caracas ... whenever they went to get the picture seemed doomed to hide behind a larger one so he lived with the shock of that "somebody had stolen" just to make sure it was right where I left off but its small size would not let me distinguish.

So cheesy it came out of and silly girl nicknamed "Shorty," that's how I call my Corsa and practically everyone who knows me knows that so ... I learned to listen to noises, to know what's under the hood, to feel each hole and of course to grab baby ... of course, is my first car!

In the past I have many things, has had-sometimes-the mischief of breaking down at key moments and the bad habit of beached almost always the same person. In tiny kissed the "piccolo" I cried in despair and little boy ready for appointments ... as not to love! Of course in the mechanical responds well, is strong on the climbs, not overheated and like the air on and also why I love him.

But as a friend, it's time to Chiquito make someone else happy ... a week ago I bought a Gol-used but newer than the previous morning, and signed the sale of Chiquis ... I know I should not stick to the material but I have a spite for my car, my first car!!

Chiquito make you happy I hope its new owner and accompanied as faithfully as I accompanied my. For my part I will continue trying to get road and still lose, now with a car that until now is impersonal but more convenient and surely I'll have the same affection that Chiquis. By the way, is not peeled who me said ... my first car was blue.