When I was a kid, I had a short story book where the main character at the end of each story said, “Sometimes what you don\u2019t expect happens”\u00a0
It came back to me the other day.\u00a0
I was walking around in the rain with a man and without thinking I told him what I was feeling at the time even though it was not easy and it was not pleasant. But it was true. And he asks me, “Is that what you hear?”. Then he was silent for a while thinking. He wasn\u2019t angry. He wasn\u2019t struggling. He thought. Then something strange happened: we didn\u2019t talk about it anymore but we laughed, so much and we were together a few more hours. When we split up, he said, “Thanks for a good night”.\u00a0
On the way home I was all messed up. He didn\u2019t treat me like I was crazy, emotional or hysterical. He didn\u2019t tell me I was wrong. He didn\u2019t justify himself. He didn\u2019t comfort me. But something had happened. But what?\u00a0
I was walking in the rain and I thought how many times a man answered me: “No, you\u2019re wrong to feel like that”! “No, don\u2019t worry, I care”, “Come on! How can you say that?”. Which basically means, “Stop saying things that don\u2019t make sense.” And I guess I was stupid. I thought so. Comfort and consolation to maintain tranquility. And like a curse the next morning you wake up with three extra pounds, all on your ass and you don\u2019t know where they come from ‘how to make them go away until you really do the crazy hysterics, you drop everything, you go away suddenly and the other thinks: “Do you see that I was right to think you crazy?”. And maybe in addition to crazy you\u2019ve earned the feeling of being bad… but the three kilos too go away as they came, suddenly.
I walk in the rain. “Is this what you feel?”. No judgment. No reprimand. No prompt or pre-packaged response. No consolation. No sweetness made just to get over it. Man! Who are you? And who am I now?\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Thanks for a nice evening”. No “We\u2019ll talk tomorrow”, “We\u2019ll go out in the next few days?” “What are you doing on Saturday?”. No certainty, no tranquility, no everyday life. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I turn the key in the lock and smell the smell of my house, alone. As I take off my jacket I cross my face in the mirror of the entrance and thoughts slide down like raindrops from the raincoat. I\u2019m all red. Maybe that\u2019s how you should feel: tomato red on a rainy day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gioia Piazzi<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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