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I love the sound of pressing keys on the keyboard. Rhythmic clicks, increasing the pace, then suddenly dying down, following the flight of thought. There's something mesmerizing about it.
I like to move my fingers, feeling the little squares, and with each press a thought is formed. Thoughts are floating around in my head, swarming randomly, creating chaos. But when I write, thoughts line up in a logical chain, take on a clear form, and become meaningful. Writing allows me to better understand the issue, my attitude towards it, the reasons for its occurrence and possible consequences.
Another Story
Jan 31, 2024 9 months agoOn Sunday I got on a bus. It was a day off, everyone was crowding and pushing. The fare costs five pesos, and in front of me a woman was fiddling with a ten-peso coin. Either they couldn't give her change, or she herself wanted to find exactly five pesos, God knows. I told her, "Excuse me, let me give you my five-peso coin, and you pay ten for the two of us." She looked at me with wide eyes, " What do you mean I should pay for the two of us?! Pay for yourself!" I said, "Well, I'll give you five pesos." She frowned, "I don't need anything, I'll only pay for myself. You young people have become completely insolent." Those who heard this twirled their fingers at their temples, someone muttered under his breath about “stupid women”, but in the end everyone sat down, and the lady somehow sorted out the fare herself. The bus was on the way, I was looking out the window and listening to music. Suddenly someone touched me on the shoulder. I turned around - the same ten-peso woman was standing in front of me. I expected anything, but not what she said. “Excuse me, miss. I only now realized what you were suggesting. It was a hard week, I didn't rest at the weekend, so I became dull. Sorry. I wish that hadn't happened.” This is how a funny story about a “stupid woman” ended up as a story about a tired woman who does not forget to take responsibility for her behavior. Mistakes don't matter. What matters is that you deal with their consequences.
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