Pérola nº3

Desta vez trago uma conversa entre uma estudante de Cirurgia e uma adolescente de 14 anos:

G: sabes o que é um abcesso?
S: ya
G: o senhor tinha um no rabo e entao teve que se cortar pra tirar o pus
S: mesmo assim, ninguém tem abcessos no rabo! que raio de sítio
G: looool aquele senhor tinha e já era a 3ª drenagem cirurgica que ele fazia. pobre homem!
S: chiça! no rabo?
G:sim
S: ou o homem detesta o rabo e faz meditação para que tudo o que lhe tiver de acontecer de mal aconteça no rabo, ou então tem muito orgulho nele e anda a arranjar maneiras de o mostrar a toda a gente

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...só que não é meu. É do Ali Tabatabaey, um simpático moço estudante de medicina em Mashad, no Irão. Ouçam (ou melhor, leiam) o que o senhor tem a dizer:

Finding Love After Medical Training
Why is it so easy to hate but so hard to love? These days, as our medical education approaches its end and the promise of life after medical school appears in the horizon, many of my classmates are trying to set their lives straight, and it seems that getting the love part clear is a big part of that. Some are getting engaged, others are getting married, and some are even ending a longstanding relationship, while others are sticking to their one true love, medicine. The mood is full of contrasting affections.

I don’t know how far back this goes, but in the “brave new world” that we have created, it seems to be much more convenient to hate than to love. When you feel hate, it seems crystal clear. You care about nothing else but that feeling. You shout it out at the top of your lungs, not caring about how it will affect the person hearing it, or how they will respond. You never stop to think “what if they don’t feel the same way,” and you never save it for someone who "deserves" to hear it!

But when it comes to love, everything gets so complicated. It’s ridiculous! First you have to doubt everything about your feelings and about the other person until you are sure that there is nothing more to doubt. Is the time right for you to love? Isn’t there anybody out there whom you could “love” more? Even if you’re positive about your emotions, you don't want to be the first one saying it out loud because “that would ruin everything”! First you have to set the stage and see what your chances are of hearing the same sentence with a “too” at the end in reply. If you feel your chances are dropping below 80% at any time, you must abort the mission immediately, or all will end in disaster!

It’s more than ridiculous, it’s absurd. Why can’t we feel love just like any other emotion: clear, true, and with all our soul? We’ve tangled it up in so many things that it’s become more of a torture than a relief as it once was. Then again, maybe if it gets tangled up in all these things, maybe it’s not true love after all!

Muito bom :)

Pérolas de Portugal

Mais um bom momento de grande sagacidade, desta vez proveniente do mundo para além do ciberespaço:

"Um amigo é como um pólipo: nunca se sabe o que pode vir a dar."
Marta

N.E.: esta observação foi produzida após uma aula de patologia gastro-intestinal, referindo-se ao facto de um amigo poder demonstrar mais do que apenas amizade face a uma pessoa. Mas sintam-se à vontade para aplicarem ao que quiserem. Vá, eu deixo.