Well. I must face it.
Maybe I should keep myself quiet in the corner and don't write anything about.
Or I should write only to the Fuu's Admin, without bother *YOU*.
But I thought that was UNFAIR.
Because if I write something blunt about you, I wanna let you know this.
And also if I don't think you'll ever read this.
And also if the admin HERE is going to delete this comment probably right now.
But anyway.
This is what I think about my Fuu's 10 sec *WINNING* video and your *supposed-to-be* one.
And that's -finally- ALL.
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Well, now, honestly.
What can you expect me to say?
Ok.
It happens that such an idiot thing as listening to the catchy little songs of an idol band - which, in this peculiar case, even lives on the opposite side of the planet - allows you to meet wonderful people.
Some of them, you can proudly call *Friends*.
Ok.
It happens that when you come back home dead tired and you'd only wish to disappear, watching half an hour of silly gags -even though they are improvised in a language where you are lucky if you understand one word in twentyseven- can really save your day. So you think "Hey, I really should thank these guys with all my heart".
Ok.
That's how you find yourself editing a video with the smiling faces of all the persons who love you the most, and you perfectly know that if they are making such a silly thing as telling "I love you" to someone they don't even know, it's only because it's their way to show *YOU* their love. And, eventually, you really think it's worth it, not only because you saw yourself submerged by this shitload of love, but because you feel you are trying to send a message.
THAT message.
And then.
Then they tell you "Hey, man, we chose *YOU*".
Unexpectedly.
So you think "I can't believe it, I can't believe it. The message arrived"
You think "THAT message arrived, and exactly to the one person whom I wanted to get it".
Because you believe.
Because you believe in whites and coloured laundry machine washed together in lukewarm water. You believe in telephone bills. You believe in people reading newspaper while they wait for the subway. On Monday. You believe in neighbourhood meetings set to discuss the purchase of five new earthware vases. You believe in coming back home, at night, knowing that you won't find anybody waiting for you there. And while your pace gets slower and grievous, all of a sudden you realize that you have more
than a friend who would gladly cross the city, at 5am, only because your car broke up and you need a lift. And so who cares.
Because you believe that every single person walking on this world has a bigger or smaller story to tell, that every single person -whether rich or famous or not- has got tears to spend and smiles to give, and fears and certainties.
Everyone has their own personal and unique marbles hidden in their secret treasure box.
You believe the truth is that we all are insignificant human beings.
And that the only thing that can make the difference is the way we interact with each other.
What we have in common and what keeps us together.
Admin, really.
I know this comment will be deleted in less than 10 seconds (isn't it ironic?), but please, please, do read this until the end. At least *you*.
It will be enough to make me feel better.
I guess.
Because.
Well, what can you expect me to say?
When, as another second goes by, you realize you didn't make any difference?
When you realize you didn't manage to send any message at all?
Believe me, admin.
It is not a matter of being patient.
There is a moment when you realize this has nothing to do with being able to wait or being tolerant.
There is a moment when you realize that even respect has been left far far behind.
Really, this has not a damn thing to do with being a fan or being the idol, being an engineer or being a singer, being the one who wins a prize or the one that gives that prize.
It's a matter of *being human*.
And I have this awful awful flaw of believing.
Believing that life is the same for everyone.
That loneliness or love are the same for everyone.
That respect is respect. For everyone.
That's how it happens that one day you wake up at 7am and you start to write.
Because, after all, you think that 10 seconds in 7802345 are not exactly what one could call a huge waste of time.
And even if you have been keeping on repeating yourself, for weeks, that it's perfectly RIGHT and NORMAL, somewhere inside you a small thought starts stirring.
The thought that here in this world everybody has his bad days and a broken washing machine and the car insurance to pay.
And that it's far beyond the mere concept of "respect" that only TWO of those six humans here categorized as "idols" accepted this incredible burden: recording themselves for ten surely long and difficult and tiring seconds. Maybe with their girlfriends mobile, or the chief costume designer's one, or even borrowing it from the milkman's son, who, I'm sure, owns a toughcore THX optimized Nokia. Most of all, if one of those six is allegedly the one human being who should have caught. The essence.
Therefore.
What do you expect me to say, Admin?
It's obvious. Surely not what I am telling you now.
Which will at least cost me an eternal ban from Fuu and, for granted, the deletion from the distinguished list of the human beings labeled as "the Winners" amongst the fans.
I will survive it.
But, you see, the fact is that I really really can't anymore.
SHUT MY MOUTH.
Because me here, you there and Calvin at his own place, we are.
All of us.
P E R S O N S.
And now, if you wish, do press your almighty "delete" button.
