Come chocolate y no discutas con idiotas

If there is something in this unruly world, it is that, almost daily, our patience is tested. Tell me, friend, what ails you? The job? Love? No! What ails you I tell you: that you fill your life with problems that are not yours, that you feel guilty for what does not correspond to you, that it is not understood how a person can be a complete disaster and, at the same time, go crazy trying to control everything, and that you are too polite to send more than one to shit. You grieve alone. Acknowledge me and don't lie to me, I know you. But don't worry, that's what we're here for: let's start spring cleaning. The winter one. That of veroño. I don't know: a cleaning. The mother of all cleanings. We are going to cleanse your life of everything that takes away your peace of mind. The lacking of your brother-in-law, the edge of your cousin, the cocoon of your boss and, if you hurry me, even all the flirtations of your friend's Follinder: let's start removing what is left over and better manage what remains.