Two terrible foes, antagonists; something anal ruled their behaviors. Part one

 

During the second half of the year 1997, an individual who had been my classmate in college —his name was David— got a management position in an electronics maquiladora, which was coming from the North (USA). It was called by a few stupid individuals “Silicon Valley of M”. Such name was inadequate, preposterous, pathetic.

In the place where the real Silicon Valley stands, very advanced digital electronics are developed. Silicon is a semiconductor metal, used to make very small (microscopic) wafers which are converted into the core part of all kind of integrated circuits, some of them of huge complexity, like microprocessors and the like.  

Maquiladora exists because it was conceived with the intention of elevating profit to its ultimate expression, paying workers miserable wages, working as many hours as possible; no taxes nor profit sharing are paid, workers are subjected to very bad working conditions and all kind of abuse.  

That antagonists, David, gave me at that time, during the second half of the year 1997, material on “quality control” for me to study; he would hire me as quality auditor. Among these material there were videocassettes (not used at present anymore), VHS format. I conceived the idea of copying that material; to do that I would need a second videocassette recorder and videocassettes in blank. David lend me his videocassette recorder, which I took home. He gave me too a videocassette in which a physician had recorded a clinical analysis to which this antagonist, foe —David— had undergo. I considered this individual my friend, a huge mistake. That clinical analysis was about something he suffered: anal itching.

I copied that material on quality control, which would not be useful because my “friend” hired me for a different position, safety and health technician; but that is another subject.

I have read on psychoanalysis, a subject which has fascinated me, but I have not paid much attention to Freud’s theory on stages of psychosexual development: oral, anal, phallic and genital. I remember only the most basic information on the subject, in part because I have read Erich Fromm almost exclusively, a great humanist, genius. I admire him.  

David should have been christened Goliath, but his physical weakness was extreme, a terrible shortcoming which made of him a kind of mutant, monster.

Being my boss he harassed me. He couldn’t accept the fact that I was not a fool and during the last week of January 1998, he insulted me, tried to humiliate me, manifesting a really bad narcissistic pathology. Being one of the individuals who hurt me more in the very difficult story of my life (plagued by violence), he has become one of those crippled in spirit whose violence pop un in my mind every single day, because what he did to me could have cost me my life.

Suddenly I remembered what is above mentioned, an anal condition, and that brought to my mind another of my worst foes, antagonists, enemies; a psychiatrist who at the time treated me in his office, his name was Flavio.

I have mentioned in other spaces (blogs) that this physician, psychiatrist, is a criminal. An individual dominated by resentment, who hates life because he was raised in a racist environment and his looks are not those of a (Mexican) mestizo, but those of a native; a native of very poor characteristics, not due to his ethnic origin; such individuals exist in all cultures all over the world, be its origin European, Asian (Mongolic race), Polynesian, native from America, Oceania, Africa, whatever. In contrast, there are individuals with extraordinary characteristics in all those cultures; no exception.

I must emphasize that this physician’s —psychiatrist— precariousness has nothing to do with his ethnic (racial) origin, native. He shares with David an extreme physical precariousness, which would be nobody’s fault. Life, nature, is like that.

David lacked muscle mass. It was so scarce that it couldn’t be visually perceived; his adipose tissue proportion was very high, being very slim. People who suffer from this very bad condition are called “fat-slim persons”. Once I saw David wearing shorts and a sleeveless shirt (he had taken a nap in the afternoon, he was 21 years old), he opened the door of his house. I saw him and was thunderstruck, I didn’t know who he was, a septuagenarian suffering from a very severe malnutrition (he had the looks of an individual 3.5 times his chronological age). He said something, I recognized his voice. This impression became a memory, a very bad one.  

Eleven years after that, on September 1997 (a couple of months before he hired me), David and I met in his house during a weekday, in the afternoon. He was 32, had come from his workplace an hour before that, where he should wear shirt and tie. He had taken off those garments and was wearing a sleeveless shirt, an underwear garment. His arms were extremely thin and flabby, under his armpits, adipose tissue accumulated.

He suffered a lot because of this, being some kind of mutant, monster. He hated me because life —nature— had given me a fine constitution, genetics. I had the looks of a high performance sportsman (which I was not, and never was). His only motivation to hire me for the first job of my life (being 33 years old) was to prove that intellectually he was far greater than me. He would want to be the size of Mount Everest; he would want me to be the size of a subatomic particle.

The rest is history