I have always lived in fear of not being able to tell anything anymore.
I have never been much of a talkative person as I have the unfortunate tendency of judging as stupid what my fellows keep on saying. I have never quite understood what the interest would be for me to tell everyone about my commuting or about my schedule between ironing, eating some pasta, going to the loo and coping with my half-witted colleagues.
Dear reader, we don’t know each other: my life sucks, so does yours. There is thus no need to dig into further details, let’s try our best to keep unspoiled our fragile cordiality.