Á parte de eu própria ser uma mulher, nunca compreendi as mulheres. Querem tudo o que há e o que não há, gostam de ter todas as atenções de um homem para depois lhe darem um NÃo redondo, constroem projectos difíceis, aspirações de uma vida inteira, para os deitar por terra em troca de uma migalha. Porque é que somos tão complicadas? Os homens, gostam de algo, lutam por isso, conseguem e são felizes, se não conseguem lutam por outra coisa. É simples! Nós?! Somos muito mais complicadas! Um grupo de quatro ou cinco homens normalmente consegue traçar objectivos, ser frios e distanciar-se o suficiente dos motivos que os poderão levar a discórdias. No entanto, um grupo de mulheres é um pesadelo! A minha turma de Design de Cena da ESTC, curso que terminei á dez anos atrás, era constituída por 19 mulheres e um único homem, o pobre César, que sozinho tinha que aguentar as animosidades de uma turma inteira. Se o coitado quisesse ser cavalheiro iria ser literalmente espezinhado sem dó nem piedade. Eu, na altura uma adolescente, faria o mesmo, claro!
Apart that I`m a woman also, I never really understood women. They want everything there is, like to get all attentions from a man, to give him nothing more than a NO, they build up hard projects, projects of a life, give them away for nothing. Why are we so complicated? Men just like something, go for it and are happy, even they don`t get it, they will choose other thing, and will try to fight for it, all again. It`s simple! Us?! We are much more complicated! A group of four or five men, they will trace goals, be distante enought so they don`t get trobles with one another. A group of women is a nightmare! My Scene Design class, ten years ago had 19 women and a an only man, pour Cesar, he had to handle alone for all the little things of an all feminine class. If he ever wanted to be a gentleman, he would be literally steped over without regret. Me, at the time, as a junior, would do exactly the same, of course!
Apart that I`m a woman also, I never really understood women. They want everything there is, like to get all attentions from a man, to give him nothing more than a NO, they build up hard projects, projects of a life, give them away for nothing. Why are we so complicated? Men just like something, go for it and are happy, even they don`t get it, they will choose other thing, and will try to fight for it, all again. It`s simple! Us?! We are much more complicated! A group of four or five men, they will trace goals, be distante enought so they don`t get trobles with one another. A group of women is a nightmare! My Scene Design class, ten years ago had 19 women and a an only man, pour Cesar, he had to handle alone for all the little things of an all feminine class. If he ever wanted to be a gentleman, he would be literally steped over without regret. Me, at the time, as a junior, would do exactly the same, of course!
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