É UMA GATA.

This video is actually more of getting things off my chest than anything else because we lived a situation yesterday that wasn't nice to me. Let's start from the beginning. Some time ago some friends were visiting us.

We were walking on the streets of São Paulo. Then we entered accidentally in a litte street. Entering this little street we encounter a house that was taken from a fairy tale and placed in the middle of São Paulo.

The fucking house has a garden with plants . . .

different from each other as they go up on top of the house. And the house is all made of bricks, i mean, so oldie, you know? !

It wasn't made of cute little brick, it's a brick like this weirdo. And then there is perfect small window and a cute entrance. It's a fucking fairy house.

A fairy build a house. How is it the house? It's that house.

I fell in love with the house. There was no way to not get in love with the house. Everyone who took a look - we were about four - the four people who took a look to the house said "I'm in love with this house".

There was no way to not get in love to the house. It's the most beautiful house I've ever seen in my life. That house.

. . small one.

It's tiny, it's all dishy. Oh my God, that house! But anyway.

. . Since we found that house, once in a while I go there to see the house.

You know? I go there just to take a peek. I will say: "Oh, I accidentally entered this street.

" Then I go there, come in front of the house, look at the house, spend a long time looking to the house, imaginating a lot of things here in the house. I imagine kids running. I imagine dogs playing.

I imagine me taking a berry there, hanging a swing in the tree in front of the house! Ah! But then I move on.

Because actually I get what? I'm feeding a dream. .

. piscianistically that won't necessarily materialize. and then I have to follow my own life, I have to record videos, I have to do things, you know?

So I leave that house. Then yesterday, Me, Caio, Severina, Margot and Peralta passed in front of the house. I wanted to show the house to Severina.

Because every person who comes to my house I say: "Oh, do you like my house? Now come here real quick and let's see another house. " And we go there to know that house which is the most beautiful house that is in the world.

As we got there in front of the house, it was us and the dogs. The dogs sniffing the street, a woman appears in the window. My heart races.

That was a great time for me to make friends with the owner of that house. Suddenly takes off a cup of coffee, a late afternoon tea. We turn friends, she calls me to events in her house.

(Caio) We play bridge together. We play bridge. Begins a friendship, right?

. . .

That good kind. That friendship that when I need to know some advice from someone older, I go there and know that woman. But there was no friendship.

She opened the window because she saw that there were some dogs in there and she wanted to ask for the God's sake for us not let the dogs shit her garden because her daughter apparently took bags and more bags of poop. Because people go there, let the dogs poop. Doesn't takes poop off.

And let her garden full of poop. It's not a big backyard. It's a tiny little fairy garden.

So what? ! I arrived, then she appeared in the window, then I thought "It's a chance to make friends.

" Then she has launched a complaint, I said "Okay. . .

we work around the complaint, we give a compliment: friendship began! " What did I created in there? Expectation It's not a good thing to create: expectation.

Expectation is a thing we don't have to create. But I created the expectation in there. Then I said, "Ma'am, you can stay carefree, my dogs ain't gonna poop in your garden" "They have done shit back there.

I've joined the poop and have trown it in the trash. Here you won't get poop in your garden! From my dogs you will not have poo.

And more! I love so much your house! I think it's beautiful.

Every time I pass through here I stay a long time watching your house. (Suddenly I should not have said that, it looked like a stalker right? ) (Caio) It seemed!

Did she feel fear? But in my head. .

. I said a bit like this. I said like I get a lot of time looking here at you house, i think it's beautiful!

I think your house is beautiful. I think it's the most beautiful house in São Paulo! Your home is the best house I've ever seen in my life!

Congratulations for your house! Suddenly it became a little scary my brief I made to her, right? Then what did she told me?

"Oh cool but listen here, you don't let your dogs poop here in my house because it's really very annoying when they poop in here and I have to keep picking up poop from others. I didn't want to. " What did she do?

She fucked up for my brief. For my friend request. For my compliment.

She didn't even say thank you. She said, "Oh, cool, but then you don't let your dogs poop. " I left there stricken.

(Caio laughs. ) Caio. .

. Caio. .

. I looked to Caio and he was laughing because he saw that I struggled to compliment that woman and she fucked up on me. The poop she didn't want in her garden, she poured into my head.

I laughed in despair, Caio. (Caio) I. .

. I saw. I looked to you, I saw you were laughing and I just laugh like "what else can I do?

" "There's nothing else to do here. This dream is over. I have to go in search of new dreams".

We'll not be friends anymore. I will not have wine with her. .

. . huh?

I wanted to have wine with her, I wanted to have tea with her afternoon. I wanted to suddenly go there just to read a book. Make a reading club with her.

So then. . .

I had suffered there and it's okay to suffer, sometimes we suffer. But I had suffered mainly because I created an expectation that wasn't real. And then when my expectation was aggressively frustrated by that lady.

(Caio) Not aggressively. It was aggressive. Caio, she fucked off for me!

! ! (Caio) She was.

. . rough.

Maybe I've never been so rejected. Not even in my adolescence I suffered that kind of rejection. And look, I was rejected in my adolescence !

So. . .

JoutJout Family. Let's learn it soon. Let's learn it fast.

Let's learn it for yesterday. People don't care for your expectations. Ok?

Learn this soon to be less stricken. (Caio) Let's take care of that voice now? Let's take care of that voice now.

I have to stay speechless. I'm gonna make a fucking speech tonight. .

. or rather yesterday because this video comes tomorrow. Yesterday I made a speech.

I nailed it! This person is addicted on creating expectations. Ah!

. . .

And then there was also a time that when she was talking don't poop in my thing, a cat jumped on her window. I mean, from inside the house came out a cat from the window. Then I said "Oh, a cat!

" She: "It's a female cat! " [Caio laughs] Oh, I just fucked up in this move. No, really.

. . I had dreams.

I thought about leaving a letter under the door. Say: "Hi. .

. Let's have some tea. " (Caio) That is too much.

Oh, I don't know if it's too much. I wanted it so badly. No, I would leave before that interaction.

(Caio) No. . .

yes. ! Like.

. . take my phone number and some day call me and I'll go there and we read a book together.

[the old story of "the cam stopped recording and the mic keep alive and kicking"] (Caio) Who woul'd call. . .

Hypothetically. . .

(? ! ) [the old story of "the cam stopped recording and the mic keep alive and kicking"] (Jout) Oh, in my dreams it would work super right.

[the old story of "the cam stopped recording and the mic keep alive and kicking"] Why do all I dream [the old story of "the cam stopped recording and the mic keep alive and kicking"] in reality doesn't work for real? This is the problem of being Piscean. Is this the problem of being Piscean.

(Caio) Julia, this is the problem of being human. It's not this mummery of being Piscean, no. Caio speaks as if he didn't justify his actions through his zodiac sign.