Back when I was a girl I was stupid. I imagined anything that glitters is gold. I imagined myself unique and talented, with something to say. I imagined my opionion mattered. I imagined that I will build a career, and end up a respected professional, with the power to influence an ddecide. My parents encouraged me in these dumb and groundless beliefs with sad irresponsibility.

Instead of working my ass off and actually learning, I rubbed the mint in a bullshit programme, where I "learned" all about non-subjects from scammers pretending to be teachers, but are in fact even more stupid than me. As a result, after four years during which smarter kids acquired an actually useful trade, I am left the same shit-for-brains that's not worth on her own account the price of a decent burial, even if you include the clothes.

Today I understand how wrong I was. Today I see how I've wasted my most valuable years, the time when I could still learn, when I could still work, at idiotic parties with other idiots just like me, writing useless shit, wasting the pixels for naught.

Today I am hungry, and the only thread keeping me from the most ordinary streetwalking is the pity in the great heart of the much esteemed sir Mircea Popescu, for whose pittance I humiliate myself today, in front of all of you.

But all is not lost. I am still somewhat young, and even if I was stupid yesterday, I am slightly less stupid today. I have learned something from the experience of this humiliation, and I promise to organise my life for the future in such a way as to never again have to beg anyone's twenny.

Wish me luck!

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Cand eram mai mica eram proasta. Imi inchipuiam ca tot ce zboara se mananca. Imi inchipuiam ca sunt unica si talentata, ca am ceva de spus, ca parerea mea conteaza. Imi inchipuiam ca voi face cariera, ca voi ajunge o profesionista respectata, cu putere de decizie si cu putere de influenta. Parintii m-au incurajat in credintele astea tampe si nefundamentate, cu o iresponsabilitate trista.
 In loc sa muncesc si sa invat, am frecat menta la o facultate de cacat, unde am “invatat” non-materii care nu servesc la nimic de la niste farsori care isi zic profesori dar sunt niste prostalai inca mai mari decat mine. Ca rezultat, dupa patru ani in care ceilalti copii au invatat o meserie utila, eu am ramas aceeasi tuta care nu valoreaza nici cat pretul unei inmormantari crestinesti, cu haine cu tot.
 Astazi am inteles cat de rau m-am inselat. Astazi vad cum am izidit cei mai valorosi ani, timpul cand inca puteam sa invat, cand inca puteam sa muncesc, la petreceri idioate cu alti prosti si proaste ca si mine, scriind prostii inutile si stricand hartia si cernelurile colorate din imprimante degeaba.
 Astazi imi este foame, si singurul fir de pai care ma mai desparte de prostitutia cea mai ordinara este mila din sufletul mare al mult-stimatului domn Mircea Popescu, pentru ai carui bani ma umilesc eu acum, in fata dumneavoastra.
 Dar nu-i totul pierdut. Sunt inca tanara, si chiar daca am fost proasta ieri, sunt mai putin proasta astazi. Am invatat ceva din experienta acestei umilinte, si va promit ca-mi voi organiza viata pe viitor de asa natura incat sa nu mai ajung niciodata sa cersesc suta de lei nimanui.
 Urati-mi succes.

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