We got in. It was a scary place. I don’t like it here. My darkest fears. Scare of the basement. Grandma’s vacuum cleaner. And you you put your own. Stop feeding yourself from Pixar’s imagination. Try your own.
Joy.
Sadness.
Fear.
Disgust.
Anger.
One of these five emotions will affect us at one point. We are being part of it. This is our show. We are this right now. Joy. Good. Sadness. Not so good. Still we must be there. Feel it. Live it. Grow it. Fear. Not too much. Just enough to keep us safe. But grow away from that, eventually. Keep you eyes open. Disgust. We hate that. It makes us puke. It gives us the koodles. Away. Anger. That’s it. We explote from time to time. What kicks in. It’s the way we are. Stop. Not all the time. Get your balance in track. Follow the emotion. It’s how this five emotions organiza from time to time in your head. It’s the movie you are being a part of. An animation movie. Flesh and blood. I am positive this is crazy.
You let go. You fly up. Hang on. Oh I wish joy was here.
Why do you like disgust? I ask my daughter. Porque sí, me responde. Es la más cookie. La más fashion. La que revoluciona el cotarro con una palabra. Una acción de disgust nos revuelve la perspectiva. No de una manera trascendental como tristeza lo consigue cuando finalmente todo se arregla, evitando que Riley se marche en ese autobus fuera de su ciudad. Sola. Disgust permite sobrevivir la superficialidad de las niñas bien. Lo dificil que es encajar en los grupos que se forman naturalmente entre todos los chiquillos y las chiquillas de la clase. No todos cabemos, pensamos. Y menos nosotros. Así como somos. Tan raros. Tan únicos. Y nuestra manera de sufrir nos parece tan incopatible con la de los demás. Fear. Esa emoción que nos paraliza. El resto deben hacer su trabajo. Coexistir. Venga Joy. Dale con sadness. Un reggeaton.
What’s puberty? Cuzword library.
We’ve been to a lot lately. After all Riley is twelve now. What could happen?