If WHB sends us a message that we would define “so-so”, or simply “stupid” , we will always be able to find a nice shade to it, a nice twist or a profound justification; but if TPU is sending it, then not even quoting Shakespeare would be able to move us. He probably also tries hard, thinks about it, writes, deletes, rewrites it.
I have been thinking for a while that boys are divided into two general classes – within which we can obviously find different and varied nuances – That Poor Unfortunate (also called TPU) and the One Who Makes Us Beat The Heart (abbreviated as WHB).
We don’t like TPU.
WHB we do.
Easy and painless (more or less).
How to recognise them?
If WHB sends us a message that we would define “so-so”, or simply “stupid” , we will always be able to find a nice shade to it, a nice twist or a profound justification; but if TPU is sending it, then not even quoting Shakespeare would be able to move us. He probably also tries hard, thinks about it, writes, deletes, rewrites it. He could make up the most varied excuses just to get in touch with us. But nothing. He would not be able to move us…
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I haven’t seen him for so many years that I didn’t identify him for a moment.
A Hamletic doubt has sneaked into me for days, it was certainly the first colossal crush in high school (at the time the Nameless was still just a friend – and yes, we had nicknames for everyone like in the bookstores of b series), I crossed he in the passages…