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"nice to meet you!"
in this formula that we use as a greeting normally in meeting someone new, at best, there is at least a lie ... bell'esordio that:)
Lie of course is the "meet you", maybe that's why very often it only says "please!"
Philosophy is full of thoughts about how problematic the knowledge of the ... and even common sense is full "those" how to "not You never know a person until the end. "
But this morning I would not talk so much about this, because of" changes "that other people produce in us. What then perhaps in the end, this is the cornerstone of knowledge also more generally (to aspire to something I think is perhaps superhuman).

know a new girl at work and let the little sympathy initially tried "skin" is exceeded by the solidarity among fellow citizens commute makes me rediscover the value of tolerance and solidarity.

chat with a publicist by phone and realize that probably one of the most pleasant interpersonal relationships of the day is the result of a common interest and commercial relationship makes me wonder about the authenticity of the correspondence between the hard and harsh reality of things and what they actually produce in us those things at the level of emotions and feelings. A rule of survival would be to also enjoy the pleasure of what is false, being always careful not to confuse it with the truth.

Experiment just a moment later with a sly, arrogant and handsomely paid consultant usual, there is always something that finally set things back in order to reality and a dickhead the feeling you get is always to deep trouble.

Chatting with a stranger in a chat, find it funny and interesting at first impact as a person, only to discover that this is one from which many warn not encourage me to believe in people. Finding

then, a coffee break, something that resembles more a principle of female friendship, rather than to a normal relationship between colleagues makes me think about my concept of "female friendship" All yet to be determined ... at my age, it seems strange eh?
The evening I spent hours talking policy while drinking beer, munching peanuts and smoking cigarettes was an evening with friends? Something or other? Less deep and authentic? And waiting to get

to understand the extent to which they are willing to get involved with other human beings, bring lunch to my colleagues at the Old Wild West and tonight will dine with my love and "other fellow" at the Social Centre.

ps a special thanks goes to myself today that yesterday afternoon at the pool, I did spend a pleasant Oretta in my company ... thanks, inseparable, and perhaps only real friend.