PosSexsion

We always talk about love as possession without thinking that the possessiveness often reigns also in friendships.
We are taught from an early age that we have to have the best friend…. OUR best friend.
When I was a child I had to “book” my best friend, otherwise I risked that someone could precede me and forced me to choose another one.
The best friend has privileges that other friends do not have, but also the best friend expects something that other friends do not expect.
The best friends, as the lovers, expect the sms of goodnight/good morning, or the “I miss you/ I love you” weekly … and also a monthly average of 4 hearts on their Facebook wall!
No coincidence that I decided to not officialize no longer any relationship!
Why do you need to sign a contract in every kind of relationship?
Can you live without giving a name to all the things you do and all the relationships that you live?
Can you just live?

I don’t need to know your name or what you do in your life to love you.
I don’t need to know how many times you think about me per day or how often you contact me to believe you’re a good friend.
I don’t need to have met you long time ago to love you and I don’t need to see you every fucking day to think we are close friends!
And I do not need to receive constant attentions from you to be happy about our friendship.
But above all, I don’t need to obsessively repeating my feelings for you …
I don’t speak just for moving the air, that’s why if I said to you “I love you” 3 months ago..it’s still valid, dammit, even without its obsessive repetition!
And less you will expect such stupid confirmations from me, most I’ll give to you!

Don’t be offended if tomorrow I will love a stranger as much as I love you.
Don’t be offended if I’ll spend the Saturday evening with him/her or if I’ll decide to not go out at all.
<<< IF GOD EXISTS, HE SHOULD DAMN THE FEVER OF SATURDAY NIGHT & BLESS THE MONDAY! >>>
And don’t be offended if you don’t keep up to date on my life 24 hours 24.
Maybe I cannot or maybe I don’t want … in any case, whatever has happened, happens or will happen.. it has been, it is and it will be always SPONTANEOUS!
Be happy for everything I do or I don’t do because it’s natural, pure, free!
What else do you want?
Fiction?
Repression?
Possession?

What could be more beautiful than the spontaneity?
I think nothing.
I think that anything that is not natural can be really nice.
A friend of mine once said: “Please contact me only when you truly want to do it and never because you fear that if you don’t do it it can have a negative impact on our relationship..”
Trust that everything that is not spontaneous does not lead to anything good and it is destined to end, or be fake and suffered.

As soon as we are afraid of losing those around us, we have already lost ourselves.
We see ourselves as incomplete people, with empty compartments that things and people absolutely have to fill, but it’s not like that..
There is nothing to fill, there is just so much to expand, infinitesimally ..
Each person can enrich us, everyone is basic but no one is indispensable!
There’s no need to cling forever to one or more people in particular.
We are all passengers!
You should be happy for every friend you known, regardless of whether this friendship is to last days, months or years!
Some friends share with you just one day of their life, but it is a day that lasts forever!

What is possession?
Not even we belong completely to ourselves!
We are abstract matter and concrete energy.

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possexsion
I see
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sex.

The birth of friendship.

Yes, maybe you don’t know that, but friendship was born in 1871. Young people were sad and lonely before. Loneliness and monotony hovered over the streets of the village, across the windows of the sad country houses, echoing in the empty glasses of beer piled on the counter of a bar. The atmosphere was dark, people were closed in themselves and they did not use to communicate each other, they avoided to see into the eyes of the other people along the way, no one was smiling. Everything was black until 1871 when Mr. X demonstrated the operation of his device that he called “mobileaushudfjsfkj”. Even if the record for having invented the friendship seems to belong to Mr. Y who was able to realize an electrical device capable of communicating at a distance already in the fifties of the nineteenth century. Then in the 1800 and something, a friend of MR X introduced a machine for the electronic transmission of musical sounds by vibrating a finger under the influence of an electromagnetic field.

Unfortunatly this device was not able to transmit voice, but only sounds. So everyone continued to be sad. Everyone lived in despair, wasting away for the inability to communicate with the friend living on the next door. Everything was sad until it was invented by XXY, the handset. It was born when XXY had the idea to tie a microphone and a receiver to a stick, so you can have a free hand to masturbate, and the other at last to communicate. So everyone who was sad to run among the meadows, that was sad to leave empty glasses of beer at the bar of the village, that was forced to confront the reality of every day life, all of these sad people became happy now. Yes, there was nothing more rewarding and happy than frolicking with a handset. Finally, a device that allowed everyone to call their friends and share their dreams and opinions, finally a device that allowed everyone to call their friends and tell them which kind of beers they loved more the week before in the bar of the village, finally a device that allowed people to forward their voice towards other friends. You know that we have on the tongue a microchip installed at the time of birth to enable voice transmission? Without it we could never communicate, that’s why the friendship was born only at the turn of 1800 and 1900 when auxiliary devices were annexed to the incomplete human nature for the improvement of living conditions.

It must be said, however, that friendship was incomplete. The days were less gloomy, hearts and minds were less oppressed… but, deeply something was still missing .. It was the sight! How can friendship exist without the sight? The sight was born in the second half of the twentieth century. When the scientist Doctor G in collaboration with the technologist Lord J elaborated microscopic electromagnetic devices to be applied on the optic nerve which would have allowed the visual feedback of an image transmitted in a monitor. The rampant happiness in having acquired this vital sense led to a immense feeling of friendship and to a passionate love towards own lovely monitor.

There was only one small drawback: the microscopic electromagnetic devices only reproduce images in black and white. Rivers of bicolor friendship had to flow under the bridges before people became able to recognize the color of a lawn, or a beer, or the color of the eyes of a friend. A proportion directly proportional: monitor: monitor = monitor: monitor. A impeccable proportion whose stratospheric result was the real true friendship. Everything was going for the best of ways, everything was going reallyreallygood, friendship here, friendship there, monitor on this side, monitor on the other side … Finally there was no more sad people on the street or at the bar, no lawn sad, no sad soccer ball slamming to the windows.. Nothing of so much sadness, but only happy and smiling friends near their handsets and trustful monitor. A happiness sosososo much big that when MrLordFly X and his brother Y announced, to the new victims of friendship, the great news: “Finally we no longer need to hear and to speak each other” people were more and more happy. Yes, next to the images that used to run on the monitor was applied a system of reciprocal responses and counter-responses, in a fast and mutual alternation of friendly exchanges of friendship, a stratospheric invention that the superEnglishtechnodoctor McFlurry called “Chat”.

I wish a good friendship to everybody.