Hey what’s
up people!!!??!! This is dial 99.11 and you are listening to the radio….
No, okay it´s a joke, this is not a radio. You are not even listening to me so
just forget about this. Sorry.
Well, I’m
Charles and today I’m going to… start a game. About Minesweeper. Okay no.
What I’m going to do is to talk about a feeling. We all remember things about
the past. Sometimes we remember the past as something beautiful. Other times,
we remember things that we did in the past, and the only thing that we want to
do is to travel back in time, and to kill ourselves for the thing that we did.
I want to talk about that feeling, that I call “stupid, stupid Charles”.
The most common stupid, stupid Charles´ feelings that I normally have, deals with homework. Even when I have one month to do my homework, I always do it in the last minute (literally), in that moment you always say: why didn't I do it before. And you would have that feeling that I am saying.
There is always some moment in everybody's life which somehow illustrates the feeling that I’m explaining. And it is our childhood. For example, I remember that I liked high school music (I was a very stupid child). Nowadays, if a man likes a film that is mostly produced for girls, his friends won't care (well maybe not, my friends are going to hit me when they discover the film that I liked XP). However when I was young (I’m saying as if I were an old man, but I’m just 16 years old) if your friends discover that you liked that film, you´d miss them.
I thought that to like that film was very normal, and I decided to confess it to one of my friends. I did it, but that day I had to suffer a lot of bullying. Stupid, stupid Charles.
Another
similar feeling that I have, occurred some years ago. I had a friend in my
neighbourhood, and there was a new guy in the neighbourhood. The new guy and my
friend became friends, but I didn´t like the new guy. One day, a cold day, they
were playing football in the street and I saw then. I was a little b****** and
I told my friend to come to my house, but he couldn't bring the new guy. He
accepted, and he told the new guy to wait some minutes there. My friend and I
spent like one hour playing Call of Duty.
When suddenly my mother arrived and she told us that the new guy was waiting
outside (we forgot about him and he had been waiting for us for an hour, outside
on a cold day) the funniest thing is that my friend decided to go outside, told
him to go home, and we continued playing Call
of Duty. The most ironical thing is that now, the guy that was waiting
outside, is my one of my best friends, and the other guy is like nothing to me.
Since that day, I stopped having prejudices.