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Laureati in Serenologia

You all have done that personality test so I’ll follow. Since it’s from an English website and you can understand me perfectly, I will not be bothered by translating it in Italian this time. It’s very long so please skip it if you’re bored.

If you want to follow this blog chain too, my dearest&loyal readers, just copy and paste the following instructions on your weblog.

• go to that address and search the information related to your month birth.

• copy down each sentence on your blog and add your personal comments next to it.

• don’t forget to link the person from whom you take the test in your postSo, thanks to Claudia for that test! I can start.

November

Has a lot of ideas ~ True. So many that sometimes I can barely handle them.
Difficult to fathom.~ I can be difficult to understand to people who don’t know me, but to my close friends I am completely clear.
Thinks forward. ~ True, but I’ve learnt to act that way. I used to think a lot of the past, it was a bad habit I got rid of.
Unique and brilliant.~ I don’t like to praise myself.
Extraordinary ideas. ~ Yes, just “out of the ordinary”. That’s why sometimes people don’t understand me.
Sharp thinking.~ Yes, and I know how to be harmful.
Fine and strong clairvoyance. ~ I’m getting wise by the day in reading people, but I’d rather being naïve because I think I will be happier.
Can become good doctors. ~ I don’t think so. I’d felt burdened.
Dynamic in personality. ~ True. I can never stay still. Secretive. ~ It depends to the subject. But I like keeping secrets.
Inquisitive. ~ But I never ask. I have my ways to know what I want to know. I hate intrusive people.
Knows how to dig secrets. ~ That what I was saying. You can’t keep something secret from me too long, I have a six sense.
Always thinking. ~ That’s my bad habit. And when I say that I’m thinking at nothing it’s just al lie.
Less talkative but amiable. ~ I’m too talkative, but still amiable I hope.
Brave and generous. ~ I can give everything in a moment but take it back quicker if the situation is not worth of.
Patient. ~ I am not. I’ve got hot blood.
Stubborn and hard-hearted. ~ I can be that sometimes, but it usually ends with my apologies.
Determined. Never give up. ~ Yes, I always try until the very end but I never target impossible things.
Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. ~ I easily get nervous, but I generally can handle it. I know that I have a bad personality…
Loves to be alone. ~ That’s true, I always need my space and I can’t understand people who always search someone to depend on.
Thinks differently from others.~ No, I’m quite ordinary. But I live freely the way I am and usually people tend to act and hide their true personalities. They can’t admit that we are all the same.
Does not appreciate praises. ~ That’s true. The main reason is that I don’t trust people motives. I know my good points and my bad points so I don’t like when someone who doesn’t know me praise me to a quality that I haven’t just out of courtesy. As Jovanotti said in one of the most beautiful songs in the world : “praises don’t cost much and often aren’t worth anything more. What you are, where are you going and what you want, you are the only one to know.”
High-spirited. ~ Of course, I’m very passionate in everything I do.
Well-built and tough. ~ If the nice part of a woman is her weakness, then it’s not my case.
Deep love and emotions. ~ I can say yes to deep emotions, but I never experienced a deep love.
Romantic. ~ Of course. If you steal the romanticism from life, it’s just breathing.
Uncertain in relationships. ~ True. That’s why I’m still looking for myself.
Homely. ~ It’s true. I don’t need much to be satisfied. I’m not an ambitious person, someone thinks that it’s a bad thing.

A volte, il buio mi fa paura. E col soffitto che gira, ed un dolore alla testa che è un trauma che scorderò difficilmente, il buio è ancora più buio. Allora accendo l’abatjour e parlo un po’ con Linda.
Il flusso dei miei stessi pensieri mi stordisce mentre continuo a ripetermi che la vita è semplice, così semplice. Sei tu che la complichi inutilmente. E ciò che alla fine conta, cara Linda, è quello che si vive con l’esperienza, quello che vivo IO, non i bei castelli rosa pastello dove vivi TU.
Ma non offenderti ancora, lo sai che senza te non ci so stare.
L’ultima favola, la ricordo bene. Mio padre si sedette accanto al mio letto, le ginocchia che gli arrivavano quasi al viso per quanto era bassa la seggiolina su cui stava. E così, infilandosi gli occhiali mi disse:
“Serena, questa è l’ultima favola che ti racconto. Da domani non verrò più da te, sarai tu invece a darmi la buona notte e non ti racconterò più favole perchè oramai sei diventata grande.”
Avevo sette anni.
La Serena di allora accettò senza fiatare l’inappellabile sentenza, ma quella di oggi si ribella.
Che sia un’altra, vi prego un’altra soltanto, ho bisogno ancora di un’ultima favola.

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