El altivo Don Draper. El perfecto self-made man. El que nunca se equivocaba. Mirando por la ventana, podrido por dentro, pensando cómo ha podido escaparse eso que creía seguro y tras de sí en todo momento.
Betts se ha enterado de sus mentiras y de su pasado. Le ha dado un beso en la boca, pero no ha sentido nada. Simplemente quería marcharse de su lado porque creía no ser merecedora de sus muecas de indiferencia y su frialdad al llegar a casa todas las noches.
¿Hará algo por recuperarla? ¿O se sumirá en ese eterno lamento?
Conscience. That's the big deal. My conscience doesn't allow me to act without thinking twice before.
Thinking before means considering all the posible facts around a situation. Represents imagining it before it happens... Definitely, it's not living. Because you get stuck on it and it doesn't allow you to choose one of them, as you'd do with a normal conscience. So when they tell you: "think it twice!" don't pay attention. Just follow your own advice, which makes you a person, not a robot. A robot, that's what I am. Handling all the posibilities and taking no decisions.
Most people would tell me that i'm lucky for thinking all twice, but i'm not. I'm deeply condemned with a voice always speaking to me about fears, fails and beyond. Kind of never-breaking false alarm. I just can stop it by putting my mind to another situation which allows me to switch it off. But I'm alone most of the time.
Some might say that I've a guilty conscience. But it's not the point because I've never done something on purpose in order to hurt anyone. Why should I feel guilty...?
I'm just being myself. This is the way I am and I shouldn't feel disappointed. Some might say that i'm not like i'm supposed to be. But THIS is me in fact. I just have to get used to it and get over it. And that's what i'm doing.