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Un·as·sail·a·ble
Adjetive: unable to be attacked, questioned, or defeated.
If I could categorize our relationship in one word, it'd be un·as·sail·a·ble. Of course due to the irony of the meaning itself. We were some...
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Life has its strange ways with people. Throughout my twenty-one years of life I've learnt some things, I've watched.
I've always been interested in human behavior. Although my preference is medicine, I personally think philosophy, anthropology, psychoanalysis, and biology -medicine, overall-, are tightly connected. From all the information my mother has -unintentionally- transmitted to me, there's this theory of human species' classification she has always talked about. It consisted in three simple groups:
The dolls: they're the ones who have better luck than others, you know, everything works annoyingly perfect in their lives, like some sort of hideous Hollywood movie. You see, their lives are so solved that they take it all for granted, and soon enough they'll find themselves completely empty. They're basically a huge Barbie brand.
The wrecks: people who have to deal with the fact that they are toys. Life likes to play dodgeball with them. They accept that they've been born with some kind of spell that makes everything go exactly the opposite way they wanted it to be, and therefore, try too hard -harder than everyone you'd know- to fight it. To win.
And then there's the Avoiders: the type of individual who thinks they're bulletproof and just get 'comfortable' with whatever life wants to throw at them. Nothing seems to affect them, yet everything does. Still, they avoid it.
