Today I went to my aunt's to have supper. This is one of the two great advantatges of being the only nephey arround. The other is that they only spend money on you, apart from on themselves, which if you can manage correctly will help to increase you economy.
That wasn't the topic.
While eating with them, both my aunts, I couldn't quit observing them, not only in the way we are supposed to observe, to see which reactions our words cause to others, but also trying to figure out why.
Their faces showed quite a lot of interest in what I was explaining. But after they sounded like quite dismissed. And I'm pretty sure it had nothing to do to my objectives or ambitions. I think some part of this stuff was related to them.
The conversation reached a point where love affairs were talked. Of course we talked about MY love affairs. I'm was the youngest person in the conversation so I was supposed to be the main atraction.
After we discussed briefly (never is enough briefly, though) this topic I could see in their faces some kind of pain or something.
I'm trying to conduce things to a point where you can say that these mature persons have reached a point in their lifes where everything, all their dreams, simply became a part of their past, and now, what's left is only a little flame of hope that they move from little affair to little affair. Having succes or not, it doesn't seem to matter at all.
I pray to God not to end up this way.
Autoreminder: it's time to start acting Albert, you're 21 right now. If not now, when are you planning to start your life?
Yes, yes, I know - I know.
After all, it went fine, but I think they enjoyed the part where I left and they could return to their tranquility and absolute no-worryness. In their world, where they forgot they had dreams. And now feel better without them.
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