Iun 29
Romanians are born poets
Lately, I started running. I do this in the evening because I never wake up early enough and the rest of the day is really hot. All this happens on a road along a river, where people not only jog and walk but also gather on the side of the road in groups for different reasons. Some come there to smoke and thus give the wonderful opportunity of smoking for free while jogging to the people who jog, some come there to walk their dogs, some to stuck thier tongues in their boyfriens/girlfriend’s throats (get-a-room!), some to fish, some just to STARE or combine all these. But mostly yes, allcaps, S-T-A-R-E, you get the point, annoying, intense staring.
But this does not end here, staring is not all, it is just the beggining of a creative process that Romanians are so gifted with, which is called Commenting.
So, the process takes place something like this:
1. They see you from far away. They have no fucking clue about who you are. Precisely because of this, they want to discover more.
2. The closer you get, the more they stare.
3. The Stare, as a muse, has brought them the Inspiration.
4. While you are passing right near them or right after you passed them, they do it, they hit you with it so they can see how weak you are in front of their creations, they let their Inspiration come out in a form of Commenting.
The commenting is street poetry, if so you wish, it is like nothing you can see in the real books, that’s just bullshit. Romanians, in places like this, feel like it’s their duty to let you know what they think, to be honest, to be very creative. Romanians feel the stringent need to let you know that, if you are decided to ignore them by minding your own business, they will let you know they exist by commenting something at your address.
Quoted form the Inspirational commenting poetry:
“Wow, nice glasses, where did you borrow those from?” -a girl wanting to make fun of people that pretend to be someone else… just like her
“1,2,3,1,2,3,” (in the rhytm you run, you get the idea) - by a guy and also by some 40 years old housewives- give a welcoming ‘WTF?’ to the latter
“Hey, girls, I would like to get married but no one wants me, can you take me?” said by a 10 year old encouraged by his retarded father
“Can I run with you?” (an idiot fishing)
“Hey gipsy!”- WTF?
“Muuuuuuuuu” -just a cow, for one moment there I thought someone was making another bad joke
“RAAAWWWRRWWAA” - another idiot that had been snorting too much smoke form the grill fire
“Hey, don’t hook the girls with the fish hook” - a fishermam to his other idiotic smiling fishermen friends.
If I had been answering these, here are my answers:
“Yo’ mama!”
“Even old women feel the need to Comment, how’bout the young and the restless?”
“You two need to grow up some more”
“No, swim with your fishes”
“Your village is burning”
“WTF?”
Hit the ignore button.
Hit the ignore button.
Hit the ignore button.
Hit the ignore button.
Hit the ignore button.
Hit the ignore button.
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Oameni care n`au ocupatie!
da super tare! pe primul loc cred ca-i aia “pot sa alerg cu tine?” apoi mai vine una “de ce alergi?”, multi care se holbeaza ca niste brainlesi si multi care te saluta chiar dc nu-i cunosti. ultima-i ok, atata timp cat se rezuma la atat.
Asa este. Bine ai pus punctul pe I
Niste frustrati.