In Italy they are not so common and they are really small, so the first time I saw how big they can be here I was disgusted enough to freak out. I was new in the place, I didn't know how to handle them.
I've never kill an insect in my entire life because -except for humans- I respect all the living things. Usually if an insect is in my home, I carefully take it and free it outside. But with the cockroaches it was different. It was too much. Just to be clear: I'm not talking about small little insects here. I'm talking about cockroaches bigger than my face... I'm talking about huge brown aliens, so big that when you see them you'll scream "What a fuck was that?"... So big that they actually need the key of the apartment to get inside... So for those things I decided there was no space for them in my life.
In the beginning I was using heavy biochemical weapons (Raid).
But after a couple of tries I realized that it was the worst idea ever. Raid melt the motherfucker from the inside, so while the horrible creature is running away trying to save its life it also releases the content of its body, leaving a yellowish/brownish trace behind*. Disgusting. ...and cruel.
Disgusting and cruel at the same time.
I was disgusted by the releasing-through-the-asshole thing and I was feeling sorry for the damn alien because of the Raid reaction. Too much overkill...
And that was the moment when and why I lost the war. I felt sorry for them. Too much tragedy in their death.
I'm not killing cockroaches anymore.
I usually capture the thing and free it outside. The process sometimes takes hours or days.
In the beginning I was really disgusted during the capturing process: knowing from where they're coming from (the sewer) and knowing what they're eating (they eat shit, sorry for being too scientific here) it was a kind if challenge for me try to capture them. Now I don't really care anymore, and I'm getting better in my capturing process (I'm using a beaker).
Now I'm just curious and fascinated by those little (yeah, right, "little") creatures.
I'm studying their behavior.
They are smart.
They understand things, and in some way I think I can understand their primitive thoughts (it's a matter of affinity probably).
For example: one day I got in my apartment and when the light was on I saw the beast walking in a very casual way on the floor. It stopped when he realized that I was looking at it, and then it turned its head, stared at me for few seconds and started to run... I read its train of thoughts: it was casual, then it saw me and "Oh shit, is here!! Ruuuuunnnnnn..."... Other times they are cute. ...in a very particular way, but they are cute. Like sometimes, when spotted, they try to fly away. Luckily those ones can't really fly (but others can) so they have this funny try in which they spread their wings and jump, but it doesn't wok... So they try harder, and still nothing... And all these trying and failing is a kind of cute... Anyway, there are humans more disgusting than cockroaches, so I cheer for roaches...
*Note: as a biochemistry I'm wondering what kind of badass molecules are in Raid' formula...
I've been very busy in the lab lately, and while I was thinking about the fact that we're just a meat-bag full of of chemical reactions and nothing else, time was running and I didn't find time for writing new posts.
...actually is not true: I am writing two long posts (plus a lot of others idea), so I need time to finish them.
Anyway, my good homie from California is coming to visit me.
I knew this dude before the kindergarten-era.
We form our first real band together (Agonia) and we made so many other things (sometimes good, often bad and disgusting) together...
What I'm trying to say here is: this weekend I won't write anything because I will be drunk and busy all the time.
I'm really sick and tired of going out there and get my ass frozen.
I was trying to run yesterday. Did you notice? And what you did? You drop the temperature, you unleash the coldest wind ever and you put hail on top of all of that.
Because of you, I've run the worst 30 km of my life. This wasn't fair.
Could you please stop being such an asshole?
And if you don't care about me, think about those poor Texans: when it's cold they forget how to drive, and this is dangerous.
The idea for this post came out from an observation I've made.
Every Saturday at the Starbucks I notice this group of girls buying their coffees at the same our I usually get mine. I think they work in the bank close to the the Starbucks.
The observations is the following: those girls are pretty an cute and well dress (the opposite of me) and they are amazingly stupids.
Their mouths are constantly open (and it doesn't matter if they are actually talking or not), phone in one hand sending thousand of text per minute and pneumatic emptiness in their brain.
They constantly talk like parrots, and I'm not even sure they're listening to each others. They just talk. Accordingly, they have very deep conversation regarding who's dating who and which car has the cute dude at the gym. Very, very deep.
They are on their middle 20s, maybe 30s, but their brains have never evolved and are still in a teenage conformation.
And this is the thing: in their entire life, they've never required a functional brain. The reptilian brain is good enough.
Why do they need a brain? They're cute: someone else will take care of their thoughts. They just have to stand there and being pretty.
If you're pretty, life is easier for you.
You don't need to be intelligent or smart. And you don't need to work hard either to show your skills. Actually, you don't even need skills. Just because you've been genetically lucky, you are born pretty and that's it. That's all you need in this society. If you're pretty, off course they will notice you, they will consider you, they will look at you.
And actually, this is what this society requires now. Look at the magazine, at the commercials, at the movies. Do they explain to you how to be smart? Do they say "read a book"? No. They tell you how to dress and how to lose weight or how to improve your six pack.
As an ugly human being, I'm reclaiming here my rights.
It's not fair being considered as a "second class" human being just because we're ugly. Actually is the opposite: we're working harder to get what you get for free just because you're beauty.
And it's not fair.
Off course, if your pretty you will never read these words and probably you'll never understand the message.
