Sorry Ma’am

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È successo, di nuovo.

È solo una mattina a caso, come centinaia di altre. Prendo l’autobus per andare a lavorare e cerco un posto per sedermi quando sale una scolaresca a bordo. Ragazzini chiassosi, ridono e chiacchierano e urlano. Li invidio: com’è possibile che i  bambini siano così vivaci e piena di energia di primo mattino mentre io vorrei solo che la mia sveglia si sciogliesse per non suonare mai più?

Sono completamente persa in questo pensiero, quando un ragazzino mi viene addosso con il suo zaino. Si gira, mi guarda e dice: “Scusi, signora”.
Scusi. S I G N O R A…
Penso di aver borbottato qualcosa. Nella mia testa penso: “Signora? Potrei essere tua sorella… beh, forse non proprio tua sorella, ma non sono così vecchia, piccolo maledetto. Quanti anni ho pure, 22? “. Poi mi ricordo che non ho più 22 anni. Poi mi ricordo che, fino a un paio di anni fa, i trentenni mi sembravano al limite dell’anzianità. Il pensiero istintivo che quel ragazzino volesse provocare si dissolve.

Non mi abituerò mai a essere chiamata signora.

Oh God! It happened again.
It was just a random morning, like hundreds of others. I took the bus to go to my workplace and I was looking for a seat when a bunch of schoolchildren got on board. They were rowdy, laughing and chatting and screaming and I was really envying them: how comes children are so lively and full of energies at 8:30 am while, every morning, I just wish my alarm clock would melt to never ring again?

I was totally lost in this thought when a little boy hit me with his back pack. He turned, looked up at me and said: “Sorry Ma’am”.
Sorry MA’AM…
I think I just mumbled something. In my head I was like: “Ma’am? I could be your sister… well, maybe not your sister but I’m no so old, you little tadpole. What am I again, 22?”. Then I remembered I’m not 22 anymore. Then I remembered that up until a couple of years ago people who turned thirty seemed so old to me. My instinctive thought that the boy was provoking me just disappeared.

I’m never getting used to be called Ma’am.

The Photo Challenge #30 – Solitude

I value solitude highly. Sometimes it is very important to explore your inner life and I enjoy doing it. Unfortunately, at times I get so caught in my thoughts that they transform the way I see reality. I’m trying to learn how to listen to them without letting them rule me. That said, I think we all need some time to disconnect and reflect about life. I mean, I love blogging and I recently started an Instagram account, but I’m definitely not one of those people who cannot live without their smartphone.

In this picture, you see my back (well, mostly my hair) while I was relaxing on top of the Dingli Cliffs, in Malta, doing absolutely nothing. In those ten minutes of solitude I could suck in all the beauty of the island and build a memory that will hopefully last forever.

solitude