MMM...

Probabil ca te intrebi cum a aparut acest blog, iar ca sa iti astampar curiozitatea iti voi spune o poveste dintre cele multe care vor urma.

Era o seara ca oricare alta(cel putin asa parea) iar noi, amortite de plictiseala incercam sa gasim un remediu pentru toata nebunia si dilemele existentiale pe care le aveam la momentul dat,intr-o sufragerie care de-a lungul timpului s-a umplut cu tot felul de povesti.

Viata pe care o ducem nu e una obisnuita, "fuga" dintr-un capat intr-altul al lumii este pe ordinea de zi, bagajul e mereu pregatit cu tot cu suflet, impachetat si el printre haine.Insa sufrageria asta de care va spuneam este singurul loc pe care il putem numi oarecum "acasa", unde odata ajunse, ne asezam pe una dintre canapele si ne povestim una alteia prin cate am trecut(razboaie inter-galactice intre suflet si minte,discrepanta dintre barbati si mediul inconjurator si "tat"felul).Pe scurt, un fel de adunare ad-hoc a sufletelor "imprastiate"(n-are cum sa nu fie saracul, cand e peste tot, mai putin unde esti tu..)

In acea seara, una dintre inculpate povestea cat de neindreptatita e ea de tot ce o inconjoara(stati linistiti, e cat se poate de neadevarat) iar noi incercam din rasputeri sa o aducem cu picioarele pe pamant(evident fara nici cea mai mica sansa de reusita, cel putin pana in acest moment :) ) si nu a durat mult pana cand ceea ce gandeam toate de multa vreme s-a verbalizat sub forma asta :) :

-Ce ar fi daca am scrie tot ce am trait pana acum?

-Mmm...chiar nu e o idee rea!

-Un blog care sa se numeasca "Mmm".

-Mmm?De la ce?

-M de la ce vrei tu !

You’re probably wondering how this blog came to life, so in order to satisfy your curiosity, I will tell you a story from the many more to come.

It was an evening like all the others (at least it seemed like it), and us, numb with boredom, were trying to find a cure for all the craziness and existential issues we were struggling with at that time, in a living room that throughout the years was filled with stories.

The life we live is not a regular one, “running” from one side of the world to the other is on the daily agenda; the bag is prepared all the time along with the soul, also packed among the clothes. But this living room I was telling you about is the only place we can kind of call “home”, where once we arrive, we sit on one of the couches and tell each other everything we’ve been through (intergalactic wars between body and mind, the discrepancy between men and the surrounding environment and all sorts of stuff). In brief, a kind of get-together of “scattered” souls (there is no other way for the poor soul to be, considering it is everywhere, but not where you are).

That evening, one of the culprits was talking about how she is wronged by everything that is surrounding her (don’t worry, that is not true at all), and we were desperately trying to bring her back to Earth (of course without even the slightest chance of success, at least until now :) ) and it didn’t take long before what we all thought about for a long time was verbalized in this form:

-How about writing everything we’ve lived so far?

-Mmm...that’s actually not a bad idea.

-A blog called “Mmm”.

-Mmm? From what?

-M from whatever you want!