shame. turns out that for Christmas I went to the mountains because I love to barbecue for the dinner so special. Well, the thing is, always rent a house in Aragon, near the ski resort of Cerler.
Noon Dec. 26, it ruined my day of skiing due to bad weather and came home run to make my barbecue. I bought the coal excited, I opened the best I could my apetitu along the way and imagine how would the logs this time to enjoy my awaited feast on the wonderful winter sun.
What a disaster. When I arrived at the house other tenants of the farm were doing a barbecue. They were a big family of Aragon who were using "our" barbecue, "our" table and "our" time.
was certainly "our" idea. When we arrived we were told
:
- "As soon as we leave the table."
I said,
- "Yeah, sure, no problem!".
Lie. Filthy lie. I soured the day. How dare? "Did not they know that I wait all year for holiday MIS to MI barbecue as often as I damn well please?
How annoying. I locked myself in the house thinking about a "Plan B" filled with something very like hatred. Sure you could get it pulled, secure logs used the previous day had left next to the barbecue, safe used my matches and my instruments that I took last night because I thought everyone knew that was my time and nobody could snatch. Would certainly be screaming and laughing uproariously drunk and make a scandal in the community garden.
What speculations. Immediately traced my plan: wait until the evening when the time came to my BBQ and I would claim my trunks, my matches and tell them to clean up the mess they leave insurance.
I looked out the window (without being seen) with real anger. I think I even wished them any harm.
tried then back to light side and I thought "Okay," peace and love, you enjoy it, and I enjoy it more late "...
Lies Filthy lie! Would that evil plan hatched over many months? Or has come natural? Do these people dedicated to evil without "rhyme or reason" or was it something against me specifically?
home I locked myself in and made a great salad comforting each other until they knocked on the door. I would not open because at that time was not sure if I had started to grow fangs and was still keeping my humanoid form.
finally opened the door, disguised as "nice The mountain people are not thinking of murdering the family next door to use your barbecue, when a man of small stature and Aragonese accent told us
- "Excuse me, if you want to use our embers and leave. "
-" Oh! That kind Thank you very much ". replied with mountain face adapted to the environment.
The place was spotless, the floor scrubbed, the table neat and barbecue with burning embers. The family, respectful and kind, he locked himself in his house to eat with total discretion.
Great, now I have to live with the terrible person who just discovered I am a lifetime.
Why should I reasoned that bad? I want to live in a friendly world where we all share and to respect each other. I want to live in a world where people are like the family, kind and generous, not in a world where people react like I did.
I think being a kind person, generous and charitable. What happened to me?
What a world. I have a small excuse (I've looked very hard) y es que vivo en una ciudad superpoblada donde todo el mundo te empuja, nadie te mira a la cara, nadie te da los buenos días, ni las gracias. Una ciudad donde no te ceden el paso en el coche, donde te pitan por cualquier cosa, donde la gente pinta graffitis en la casa del vecino, tiran basura en la calle porque no es de ellos, donde “yo estoy primero”, donde la gente se pelea en la cola del supermercado y mucho me temo, que poco a poco, todos nos vamos contagiando de esa forma de “civilización salvaje” hasta que un día, somos nosotros “los irracionales de al lado”, los que actuamos como déspotas egoístas sin que nadie nos haga nada.
Así se hacen los mundos. Con la summation of the attitude of all.
When do I succumbed to being a slave to bad habits? Do not know, but I regret it. I want to fight every day to be a good piece of this puzzle that we are. I want to be the neighbor who gave generously of their fire me for my food, I want to be the one who gives good morning but nobody answered me, who gave his place in line at the supermarket but it's my turn, I would be looking into the eyes people and thanks to whom I serve, I want to be good but others are bad, I give up my spot on the bus to those most in need, I want to do good without being prompted, a good cell of this great body. For if the world is a sum of attitudes, I would like to add to it, because that's the world we want to live. 
i finished my barbecue, but there were too many coals and burned me. No matter, there was very hungry. 
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