Saint by Day

I would have liked to write a soap opera whose main actress had four twins, to represent the five “I”s of her personality, although the poor thing would suffer from serious psychological conflicts.

It is a pity that in real life there are few times when we participate in truly novelistic situations. For example, attending the moment when two twin sisters (one good and one bad), meet at a bank or at a gas station.

I do not believe that there are twins where one is good and the other is bad. Also, the representation of the good one is not of the good one, but of the stupid one. Both are good and bad at the same time, in fact, the quieter they are… the more terrible. People are not what they seem.

In my case, I could not be an actress, since I have difficulty distinguishing reality from unreality. I couldn’t be an actress, because if I really liked a role I was given, I would end up behaving in real life the same way as in the play.

There is no time of day to show duality in behavior. I know of a man who is an ogre at home, and he tells jokes all the time in the street; I know of another, who is a saintly man in front of his wife, and a perfect seducer behind her.

In the case of infidelity, it is interesting that often many people perceive the duality of people except for the one who should perceive it: their partner. It often happens when the cuckold is the man: he has beautiful horns with branches and other herbs.

As I believe that some of you were interested in the subject of infidelity, I copied a quote from one of the great scholars of the subject, called Charles Fourier (1772–1837) who says: “In the cuckold world, one can distinguish nine degrees of cuckoldry, both among men and women, because women are much more cuckold than men; and if the husband carries them as high as the antlers of the deer, it can be said that the women’s antlers rise to the height of the branches of the trees.”

Note: The title was because I remembered my stepmother Valencia (stepmother, because I was not conceived in her and therefore she is not my motherland), in Creole they call her not exactly stepmother, but adoptive mother. (There is an even more exact term that I do not remember now). I remembered her two faces: one during the day and one at night. That is why… Saint by day…