THIS IS ME

The first signs had already been seen when I was in my mother''s womb, a narrow, cramped place with little availability of food, without having the freedom to move as I wanted, in what I wanted to do.Here comes the day of birth, my mother pushing on her abdominals as hard as possible, the adequate dilation and I am undecided whether to continue frequenting those places or change home.In the end, nature wins, when it decides something we are always powerless, and they immediately have to weigh you as if you were a market animal, just purchased: Giovanna the baby is 5.8 kg and was born with the Shirt of Fortune, but ignorance it pushes her to delete this detail, not to let anyone know, after all she is a seventeen year old girl, but who will later be decisive for all the things that will happen in my life.She seemed to be happy, indeed perhaps she was, but her manifestation was immediately extinguished by the arrival of my father who smilingly told her: you wanted a boy, this will lead to your ruin.Relatives and friends rushed to see the sacrificial lamb crying heavily and the doctor prescribed chamomile, sure that it was post-birth abdominal colic.The grandmother''s ingenuity was not long in arriving, but like chamomile and chamomile, the child is hungry, and in the face of every expectation a bottle full of milk arrived, four rations, which ended immediately and appeased my anger, despite the mother having a fifth of breasts, but it didn''t help me to be able to breastfeed, and hence great attention in the future towards women with large breasts, hoping that one day someone would be able to give me new emotions.A life as a lucky boy, as a lucky man, as a lucky old man, where in my street I have always found many people, of the best people I have always been jealous of their relationship, always discreet and never intrusive, because they are always the best, mediocre always ready to want to change, dominate and manage me, but they always remained mediocre, like dwarfs who dream of being giants, but in the end remain dwarfs, all helpless and unsuccessful.