Non avrei mai creduto che la descrizione del mio stato d’animo l’avrei trovata guardando un episodio di Chef’s table, nonostante la stima che io provi per l’intero palinsesto di Netflix, ovvio.
Giro di boa.
I cant’ spend time with people that I don’t enjoy, I can’t do it anymore as theater.
I make choices, and that’s a beautiful thing about growing up: learning to say no. In a nice way, but you say no.
I have this friend of mine, he was on the island in fact, 30 years ago, when we just started, and we, you know, we parted. We just went different ways in our lives.
Once he came back to me he said “Francis, you don’t like me anymore”.
And I said “No, its not that I don’t like you. We’ve chosen different styles of life, I still have these beautiful souvenirs of all the things we did togheter and how close we were, and so on, but the truth is it’s not that you bore me, but I don’t enjoy talking to you anymore and I don’t want to fight with you, but you know, there’s nothing in common between your life and mine nowadays”.
I would have never said that to him, but he asked me. So what could I say? I said the truth.
But you know: growing up has a bit to do with that, to be able to tell the truth, to show who you are, even if it hurts.