I would like to ask just one question, to the six pairs of Temptation Island 9. And if you think about it also to all the thousands of couples who Raffaella Mennoia told us that they showed up for the casting, and therefore I imagine that they share – some more, some less – the discomfort of the six chosen ones. A simple question, all in all, but whose answers intrigue me. And the question is: why?
Why are you with someone whose sight you can hardly stand, let alone the rest? Why do you share a bed with those of you who have no esteem or respect? Why are you carrying on a love story that no longer has the aftertaste of love now? Why do you insist on making something work that obviously hasn’t worked for now (or, worse, never worked)? Why are you going to live with someone who not even realizes that you are in the world? Why do you deliberately, knowingly and tenaciously choose to be DAMNLY UNHAPPY?
Because I swear I don’t understand it, really. That is, I imagine that – especially in the face of particularly long stories, perhaps complex, probably full of events that have left their mark, for better or for worse – it is not at all easy to cut it out. From the outside it is always easier to be drastic, clear-cut, adamant. From certain situations one would have to go through it to fully understand all its facets, and ok, I give you this good one. But come on, there is a limit to everything.
And I with that hatred and that anger – describing the thousand vulgar flaws without ever mentioning any merit – I don’t even talk about my worst exes, let alone someone I’m together with. Let’s be honest, come on. Next to you there could really be the most disgusting being in the world, the one who doesn’t give you attention, the one who humiliates you, the one who makes you feel perpetually wrong, the one who betrayed you, the one who doesn’t deserve you. But as long as you continue to be together despite all the crap you talk about (with that enthusiasm, then), the mistake will always be yours.
Here there are only two cases: either you are not as terribly unhappy as you describe yourself in front of a mass of illustrious strangers in prime time on Channel 5, but you put all that emphasis into building the character (and in this case it is creepy to hear you talk about your partner as the worst jerk on the face of the earth, even if your purpose is to make a living with detox teas and discount codes), or you are really as unhappy as you claim (and in this case the coglionazzi are you).
Being with someone should be an added value, a plus that makes your life even more beautiful than it should already be, when you know how to give yourself the value you deserve and don’t approach the first artichoke that passes by. Because alone you are a fairy tale, and if someone wants to be at your side it is to make you feel even better, to the fullest. Definitely not worse. But the point is just that, that all too often people just don’t know how to stay on their own. And then he is satisfied with whatever passes the convent, even at the cost of canceling himself, repressing himself and spending the rest of his life blaming himself for everything. But does the terror of being alone really outweigh condemning oneself to be unhappy?
Let’s take for example Claudia Venturini e Stefano Socionovo, who in yesterday’s episode left the village together, happy and ready for the wedding banquet on 7 August. After everything she had said about him. And after all the saccagnate that the poor ottoman had taken from him. As if nothing had happened. As if all the terror in her eyes at the idea of spending the rest of her life with him was imagined by the rest of us assholes from home. As if that daughter of pent-up anger at him (which I don’t know about you, but I – when You are, seeing the clip of Claudia who said to the tempter who touched her thigh “I am very cold“, he answered “Come here I’ll warm you up”- I had a shiver down my spine…) was normal. All reset, swept away with a wipe of the sponge, puff!
After describing him as a stranger who transmits heaviness to her, which she did not lack mancoperuncazzo, who at home even if the queue is always busy working as it is, who in the intimacy seems like an old man because now they did it only in the room, who falls asleep randomly, who does not make her feel herself, who does not see how father of his children and above all after having specified that “I don’t want to go back to that fucking corner I’ve been to for the last year“It was enough for her to see him cry like a baby in a clip because”she came home and I waited for her with open arms, we hugged each other and we haven’t done so for a long time”To suddenly retrace his steps. To realize that perhaps she too had some shortcomings, starting from the inability to apologize even when she is rotten wrong, proud and stubborn as she is. And to abandon the program in his arms, they hadn’t really solved their (innumerable) problems either.
It was enough “look at those beautiful brown eyes”To rediscover herself super convinced of wanting to reach him at the altar. Whatever he had said up to now. And despite that perpetually terrified look that not even the hostage of a serial killer is so terrified. And in the end oh, happy they all happy. But can I tell you that I don’t envy them even one bit?
The others are not in better shape either, however.
Floriana Angelica it’s heavy, but Federico Rasa it’s worse. Because she will be superstitious, excessively monotonous (enough to put the timer on even the “I love you”And zompate in bed), too homely and incredibly sloppy when she doesn’t have to go out (and apparently she never goes out), but – despite that grandma Abelarda mood – let’s remember that she is 21 years old. Objectively passive, succubus and boring, but still a girl. At the mercy of someone who queues only if she catches a porn star (to stay at home to dust, of course, certainly not to go out because in that case he makes her look like a homeless) and sends him fuck off to make him suffer a little, for another. I feel worse.
If he (who is 34 years old, not exactly first coat) thinks that “it no longer makes me laugh, it no longer makes me feel good”Should hunt down the attributes and leave her, rather than describing her as a burden from which she no longer knows how to free herself. Of course “if the unhappiness of others is caused by me I feel bad, I won’t leave it so as not to hurt it“. Pulls out ipppalll (cit), heck! That she knows me too much of a good girl, but that she is weak is obvious. And whatever I say, that “if he doesn’t have the guts to leave me, I’ll do it”We know that it will never happen. Because if Floriana spends the days atIs Morus Relais to suffer the pains of hell with every clip it concerns Federico it is only because he remains in patient and static waiting for demonstrations from him. Which we know well will never arrive.
Alessandro auteres it’s ridiculous, but Jessica Mascheroni it’s worse. He is so vain, convinced and self-reported (despite lifting dumbbells that my shopping bags oflong S are certainly heavier, and all the rice, pasta with tuna and chicken breast has given him nothing more than a marbles player’s physique, other than that incredible Hulk who paints himself) to be fairly comic (and the fact that – when it’s his turn – the soundtrack suddenly turns from drama to perculata says a lot). An incredible braggart who spends all his time in the village flaunting Range Rover that sparkle, 2kg gold necklaces and holidays all over the world as she describes her as a spoiled one she has kept for 7 years. But you can see that he loves her, egotism aside, he loves her all right. It seems clear to me that it is she who no longer loves him.
Not so much because he says he no longer feels the stimuli, the fire and the burning passion. Not even because she giggles when she admits that she doesn’t want him, because “maybe I have a block, but I don’t want to“. Not even when she says she has no intention of marrying him or having children at the moment, because “I do not marry someone who then separates“. But because of the behavior it has with Davide Basolo it seems to me more than eloquent, here. Especially from one who has certainly not forgotten to be filmed 24/7, so much so that she also reminds the others. And those rubbing and that malice on the part of one who “I would like to get closer but it is obvious that I do not do it because here they film us“Are also worth double.
Manuela Carriero it is relapse, but Stefano Sirena it’s worse. And it is even worse than Alessandro e Federico, huh. Because he feels stocazzo like the first and describes his woman as a ball and chain equal to the second. But he does it with a wickedness, with a rancor, with such arrogant frustration that in the end it makes me feel bad. So repressed that he even takes it out on the girlfriends of others, so angry that he even drags the other boyfriends to give “stupid“, “insecure” e “fail“To their companions. He poses as a phenomenon he doesn’t give a shit about Manuela there or not, but as soon as a clip starts where she stands in the arms of Luciano Punzo it gains so conspicuously that not even his inexplicable self-esteem can hide it.
A relationship that calling it toxic is paying her a compliment. “He brings out the worst part of me“, “And you about me“. “So leave me!“, “No, you leave me!“. “I had to leave him long ago, before the betrayals“, “Me too“. But I miss elementary school so much misery, oh. She who thinks she has never made mistakes and who believes that everything is due to her just because she forgave him (but also no, I know) the bad betrayals, but he is really one of the worst elements of this edition. Never that he misses an opportunity to denigrate her, never fails to emphasize how ashamed he is of her, never stops being annoyingly arrogant. But from one who on your birthday sign up for Tinder, which – I don’t pay for the ticket that said “I deserve to be left, I understand you”- he writes you another one that recites “You don’t need Valentine’s Day to celebrate love, love is made“And that if it is with you it is”because I’m sorry“Really someone was expecting something different?
In all this the only ones on whom I continue to place a shred of hope are Natascia Zagato e Alessio Tanoni. Whose speeches I undertake to follow carefully, despite the fact that he is so good as to jeopardize my ability to concentrate. Especially because of these two we always end up talking at one in the morning, mortacci de Foo. Only they do not insult each other, only they seem normal to me, only they are really putting themselves on the line by exploiting relationships with singles not to vent their long-repressed desires but to analyze the real problems of their relationship.
Of course, they too pull a few broadsides at each other, and to hear of her it is not even said that they come out of that village together. But I have the impression that – judging by the competition from the other boyfriends in there – there would be more than a few who would pay to exchange. Starting with giving to Alessio the attention and pampering that she misses, for example.
