ariadna's thread

resume the thread of events. Ariadne was speaking gibberish that evening. She was completely changed, and when she spoke she seemed delirious. I later asked her colleague from Westfield if she is really with a doctor, and she denied it.

The bond with her got knotted soon after that traumatic event. Seeing that I was not in a very suitable state - as I said, I kept forgetting things - for fear of being sued and kicked out, I called a friend to take my place. That friend, Iliana, happened to be Ariadna's colleague in Westfield and not be able to help me, because of work. I was very surprised by the insistence with which Ariadna offered to come. We didn't know each other very well, but I was happy, knowing that he was a psychologist and thinking that we would have something to talk about. I couldn't wait. I had so much to ask her that I couldn't even make a list!

The first day she stayed at Lady's River, she told me so many things, it's true that there were complaints and criticisms from her, but it didn't bother me. I was isolated there, I had no friends, I was in a dubious mental state, it was the first day I actually laughed. She said something very serious to me, affected and involved in what she was saying, I relaxed and actually burst out laughing:

- How bad we are!!!

I was clearly out of focus as a result of the drum, but I was showing signs of recovery. It probably didn't go down well with her, but I can say with my hand on my heart that I didn't do anything with bad intentions. I was happy that I got closer to someone, that I made a friend.

My boyfriend was very angry, he did not blame me for anything at the moment, but later he confessed to me the reason, saying that in his eyes it seemed that I was gossiping. I, in that constant isolation in which I always found myself because I, for one, did not talk (gossip) with anyone, I did not dare to ask anyone anything personal, I did not know anything about anyone, I did not discuss problems, not even my personal ones, I was glad to find someone to communicate with. I was excited.

Unfortunately, in those days I always approached her in the style: "me too". We didn't even notice the extent to which she was affected. What is certain is that I loved her, she had such a candor, although she seemed wiry, like a fox.

I started to learn things about her, but I didn't understand their gravity at the moment because I was barely recovering, barely getting over them. I didn't know what sequels I would be left with and maybe if it wasn't for this group I wouldn't have been left with any sequels. But all the inconvenience came from this group.

We ended up discussing Camilla, a colleague of ours, about whom she confessed to me with a kind of sadness-regret:

- Do you know what this girl said to me, after I was on the verge of suicide? He candidly advised me, as if it were no big deal, to take a break, to dedicate myself to making some money to buy a red car.

I wasn't too fond of that either. But remembering some aberrations cited by her from the pseudo-psychology books she had read, commenting on Vadim I presented her with an observation that could be translated as follows:

- I understood that he would have some personal problems, that's why he behaves like this. But look, I can't say the same about my boyfriend, the theory doesn't apply.

I would have liked to tell her more of my observations and conclusions, but not being very close I did not feel at ease to open up to her, to go into too personal details.

My mistake, I shouldn't have let things go. Maybe I irritated her. I was to find out later that he had every reason to do so.

Because of the shame of the things we were discussing, that is, we wanted to discuss them more than actually doing it, I started to smile too. There was nothing else in my head, just this stupid modesty that sometimes prevents us from behaving naturally. It wasn't even an important topic back then. I just wanted to highlight the aberrations of Camila who had associated people like these boys (that I couldn't call them men, since they were all our age) to a certain typology.

(in the next story I will reproduce her series of aberrations in more detail).