Donald Duck and I, since ever

DONALD DUCK AND I, SINCE EVER

Since when I was a child, when I used to read Mickey Mouse, I always identified myself in Donald Duck. I’ve never suffered Mickey Mouse, always so perfect and smartass, while Donal Duck is like me: unlucky and lazy, obviously in good meaning (if this words can have a good meaning). Because, since when I was a baby,I am always be like that, in the end I do what I have to do, but always with much effort, because my nature is to be lazy, so lazy. I know that when I go out I’ll have fun and it will be worthwhile, but the idea of staying in my bed wearing my pajamas eating chips it’s so strong. And when I found a bit of time for doing nothing there is always someone (Save or my mum) that force me to do something reclutantly, like poor Donald Duck, tyrannize by Scrooge McDuck that always force him working for paying his debts, or by Daisy Duck that always ask him move furnitures (why that girl/duck has always to change the position of the furniture?). Another Donal Duck bad luck is to always have his cousin Gladstone Gander, the perfect lucky braggart, that always go in the proper way to him, and even makes waves about it. I can’t tell you how many Gladstone Gander I know, that I try to avoid and I always meet. Small bad luck, like his ones, happen to me. The only difference it’s that I don’t slip on a banana, but I fell from heels, and instead of a vase on my head, I always snag my tights while I am wearing it, I put my phone in the bag with keys, if I have an opportunity in the majority of cases go bad. I have one last thing in common with Donald Duck: I am like him, I never give up. I get mad and I do lots of noise, but after a bit everything it’s ok again and I carry on my way, not caring about what happened. I always admired him persistence and wish to have fun. Because in the life all we are a bit Donald Duck, but if we don’t surrender and we stay focused on good things around us, in the end we can see everything in a different way.