Fuck it.
You know what?
I'm gonna copy here part of the mail I sent you. (Modified).
I dont think that the seven people who read this weblog would mind if I write something in English.
I'll just recomend to that bunch of followers and time wasters to see the movie Into the wild and to listen to its soundtrack.
"I see people around me. On TV. In the metro. People at work. Just normal people. People which aim is life is to work, get enough money to live, complain because the weekend was too short. Complain because "its monday". Complaining for... you know... for the shitty lives they have.
People who listen music in the radio. They dont care if they are listening Losing my religion or The final coundown. They just nood their head and seems to enjoy it because they are used to it. Of course if you give them a Mars Volta song they would feel weird and they would feel... "scared" because its something "unknown" that they will never be able to understand.
So, this people.
Now I'm like one of them. I'm at one of those shitty jobs. With a boss telling shit to me. With a guy asking me for a letter while I'm on the phone talking with a client, this kind of shit.
I've always thought that its inmoral do a job that you dont enjoy. And till today, I've always liked my jobs. So, what am I doing here? Why am I still here? Well, I thought a couple of times to stand up and tell that pseudo-boss to fuck herself and leave, but no. Im more clever than that.
You know why?
Because I have you.
This people live their lifes with no aim. They wait for the weekend and then they dont do anything. They just say: shit, its monday again. They wait for the summer and then they say: damn, it was such a short summer.
I have an aim.
I'm here swallowing the complains of the boss and holding the calls of a bunch of fucking assholes because in nine days I'm going to see you.
And blablabla.
[...]
Something toghether."