Micael Magalhães
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Here rests Micael Magalhaes’ collection of thoughts. Writing as an art in the intention to relief its own mind of its demons and gods. To disclose his philosophical, noisy and paradoxical perspective of the world.

On the New Year’s ‘queem’?

New Years queem

I met a lady on the New Year, she was hanging out with her friends and I was so myself. The groups interacted, a gentleman from her closed group kept more closely and talked with me. They’re from abroad; I’d mentioned my great friends that live close to them and me and him had a joyful conversation. 

After a while, my friends went dancing and we kept our conversation. In the attempt he had of integrating our conversation with his other two friends; the lady was extremely feisty towards me. I kept my control and tried to have a jolly conversation, moreover, ignore her arrogance. 

The attempt was in vain, she kept being rude and extremely unpleasant. Keeping aside cultural differences, we were in a place we come to enjoy ourselves, don’t come with your crude attitude towards me. You can be dismissive without being surly.

I questioned her: why are you being so impolite? Her friend became pale as a ghost, pulled me aside and said: you can’t say that to her; she’s the queen. My answer to him: I couldn’t care less. I stepped aside; Ironically, there were some huge deck of cards spread all over the bar as decoration for the NYE. I just looked around and found a King of Hearts. I took the card, put on their table and said: who is the king now? It does not matter who you are, that does not give you the right to be insulting. They’re all looking at me discombobulated. 

I never got to know why the fuck she’s ‘the queen’. Probably the she is the queen of the “cocada preta”. Furthermore, to be honest, hopefully I taught her something. People are so ethnocentric sometimes and disregard the costumes of where they’re going to visit. Don’t forget that I’m talking from a very cosmopolitan and embracing city, however, there is always limits and etiquette.

Some people are poison to our soul, we know that occasionally you have no choice but to face them, like in a class or at work. But when you have the choice; Being real: means burning bridges, helping them or just cutting the pests from your garden?

“mais amor por favor”