Professional singles develop a kind of selfishness that encapsulates us in indifference and drags us towards misanthropy. With the passing of the years, it is inevitable, we look at life differently. I love that people bring children into this world because someone, tomorrow, will have to pay our pensions, but I avoid children because, in general, they are pests, and what amuses their kind and permissive parents It seems like pure misfortune to us. When at dinner they show me photos of their kids doing a grotesque caper, I know it's time to evaporate. But after receiving a reprimand from a smart friend, she decided to change her mind. “Always ask about their children, so they will believe that you are normal and that you are interested in them…”, she assured me. So, when I met an old friend, it occurred to me to ask the question. As usual in those trances, adopted a sustainable tone and simulated a face as religious as it is biodegradable. Thought that nothing would fail because that father is a winner, a prestigious lawyer who sometimes even appears on TV accompanying a corrupt gang, I will say no more. The vastness of him, therefore, surely they were two brainiacs who speak half a dozen languages and show off several careers adorned by endless master's degrees. !My children? Don't talk to me about my children… They are 23 and 20 years old and they are ninis… Do you hear me? Ninis!!. Suppose exaggerated. I laughed, jiji-jaja, a little nervous, yes, and asked questions, suspecting that they would only be moderately stubborn. But not. “No hell, they neither study nor work. That they get up at lunchtime and spend all night playing that little machine to kill zombies... Don't talk to me about my children... I don't know what I'm going to do with them...». He left quite jerky and it saddened me to destroy the day. Contribute children to this world, what a lottery. And it is that ninis, far from being an urban legend, exist. In any case, I look forward to meeting the friend who gave me such good advice.
