I view it as a necessity. I don't recall ever having a choice, and it's very hard for me to understand how most people manage to avoid the same fate.
kraftiekortie wrote:
Her father banned me from seeing her, and she lost interest, anyway. For years afterwards, I used to gaze up at her window, hoping to see her. She was my Maria! (though her name was Patricia).
I went all the way through my teenage years and quite a bit beyond without suspecting that it was part of the job of fathers to keep their daughters locked up so no filthy male youngster would blemish the honor of the family by approaching them. Now that I've begun to learn about these ideas, the profound mystery of any kind of relationship with the opposite sex scares me more than ever.
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The red lake has been forgotten. A dust devil stuns you long enough to shroud forever those last shards of wisdom. The breeze rocking this forlorn wasteland whispers in your ears, “Não resta mais que uma sombra”.