Teodor

With the hands on the keyboard and the head in the clouds, I remember like today that day when I was 14 years old. A tooth had screwed up. It all started when I was about 12. But at 14 there was no going back. It had to be taken out, it had to go.
I don’t remember the date or the day of the week.
Okay, I’m bringing out my poetic side. This seems as if I was counting how my father the pirate returned only once for Christmas and then went back to his seas.
And no, my father is a physics teacher, nothing to do with being a pirate.
And I hate physics.
Also biology. For my mother who is a teacher.
The vast majority of subjects with numbers, in general.
But history is the exception. Well, I’m a contradiction with legs. It has numbers.
Well that’s enough.
Here, the name Teodora is quite common. But Teodor is very rarely heard. That is why it is quite difficult for me to forget the name of the dentist.
In fact, he was the only dentist that I liked. I always had an irrational fear of dentists, so again I contradict myself.
And it’s a little interesting. Because since that day I haven’t had that tooth. Yes. Before, I couldn’t bear it but now I’ve gotten too used to it.
And I know, I know that one day I’ll have to go get an implant. I want to go back to Teodor.
Will he still live?
But I hope that day doesn’t come. Yes, I am one of the people who get used to things easily. But sometimes, we like what we’ve gotten used to too much.
One other Teodor that I remember is one of the brothers of a friend of my father. Complicated, right?
His first name is Constantin. And everyone calls it with diminutives of that name, generally.
In fact, this summer we went to the beach: my little brother (he’s 4 years old), my parents, one of my uncles, a sister of my paternal grandfather, Constantin’s brother with his wife and their 3-year-old son, and Constantin couldn’t be absent.
My uncle always had a very childish character. He is crazy but in a good way. And seeing that Constantin is like him, they go all day to have beers at the bar they found closest to the beach. My uncle didn’t hang out with Constantin that much, but most of the time, he did. And there was the same my grandfather’s sister, but she preferred to stay on the beach. He wanted to tan as much as possible.
I swear that girl came home black, completely burned.
Aa, speaking of her, my uncle had to choose whether to share a room with her or with my parents. And he chose with my parents. The first day I was happy, because of course, I didn’t have to put up with my brother. Yes, I’m not going to tell you that I don’t love him but I, my very little patience that I have, combined with the energetic character characteristic of him at his age, was never a good combination.
But I regretted it after the first second we got comfortable. I was happy because she was lazy and messy like me. But I couldn’t be more wrong, that if I could return to the me of the past, I would tell her to put up with her brother and let his uncle suffer, what difference does it make, that he was always with Constantin. Yes, she was messy, etc. But there was a problem.
She has an ex, or well, more than one, but she has an ex that she is obsessed with. She makes fake Facebook accounts to stalk him, she buys new numbers to call him, etc. I thought that wasn’t going to be too serious, it has been like this for a year. It isn’t right, but after all, it’s her life. She always called her friends and together they began to analyze each profile that he had on the list. Each post. Every comment. Every like. Etc.
And I swear I would have helped her, if she had asked me, she would have put me in Sherlock Holmes mode and controlled even the slightest move. But she didn’t want to tell me the whole story. Luckily I only had to live with her for a week. So you come to extort my brain for a week so as not to tell me anything? Please…
That every time I heard her phone, I would connect my headphones to not listen to her, and sometimes she asked me for help, but I was so happy in my parallel universes…
Okay. Let’s go back to Constantin, my nerves get activated.
He and my uncle were the only single adults in the group. When my father complained to my uncle that he isn’t helping him at all, it slowed down a bit. But in Constantin it had the opposite effect.
Until one day, when we were having lunch, my father said a comment against Constantin, and there he was offended. And they began to attack, although not so loudly so as not to attract attention. At one point Constantin said, and why can’t you accept me as I am? And I felt the need to answer him something like he accepts your behavior, but he doesn’t tolerate it. And there I felt observed. I am one of those people who doesn’t like to attract attention, I appreciate my silence. And I felt observed. It’s horrible when you are a shy person and they watch you. At that moment, my mother took me out of my thoughts and asked me about the difference between accepting and tolerating. I, trying to hide that I wanted to kill them all for observing me, I told her I could accept that you are cannibal, but I wouldn’t tolerate that you eat me.
And now every time I come across the guy, he ask me and did your mother start being cannibalistic?
And I don’t know how I got to this, when at first I was talking about a dentist.