The idiot’s week

As suggested by my very smart sister, this past week will be known and remember as the idiot’s week – the week in what the world was more round than usual. Do you get it? If you don’t get it yet, let me expose the last events.
From here, the very cool living in NYC perspective, I have to say that in this week more happened than in the whole summer. In fact, not only more happened, but also only bad things happened. I had just thought that this summer had been so special to me, so much fun… then, this awful second to last week of August happens like this.
I was being betrayed by someone I had the highest confidence. I pass through the whole grief cycle: shock, denial, anger, bargaining, depression, testing, and acceptance. (Once second thought, I didn’t pass through denial or testing) Of course, I was petting myself. Of course I was feeling as an idiot. But in the end, I found the real idiot J.L.
From there, the very cool living in SP, my sister has to say that even the good guys (or at least we see them like that) are idiots. It seems that the whole progesterone carriers, including M, can’t decide how many girls they need in order to be satisfied. Maybe we should define male necessities.
Maybe, I don’t care. Maybe progesterone carriers are the dumbest, the more complicated and the more primeval creatures we have to live with. M can’t decide if he should hang out with the new distance girlfriend (maybe imaginary) or with the old one, who happens to be quietly being.
You know, maybe the saying that guys can’t do more than one thing is wrong. Or maybe, incomplete. Guys can, indeed, do two girls at the same time. And, again, their “idioticism” worth a week, the idiot’s week.