Bloggers and victim syndrome
One adult aunt
Once I decided to poke.
She whimpered like a little, that she did not succeed. And then other aunts came running and began to calm her down, wipe away the tears and sneakers, show a special attitude, skip the queue everywhere and help with various utilities.
Aunty calmed down. I went to do business. And business aunts do not like anyone. No special relation to them. Nobody wipes their nozzles. She didn’t like it.
And again she decided to poke. And again, everyone came running with handkerchiefs and good advice. Auntie listened to the advice, but never used it:
“I know better what to do.” My life!
And that is true.
And so our aunt began to whimper almost immediately and wait for advisers with handkerchiefs. And she launched an imitation of violent activity, popularly referred to as IDB.
“I don’t understand why her friends don’t like it so much!” - exclaimed one compassionate aunt. “She is so good!” And so miserable! And she needs help!
kalyamalya.ru But some of them realized that my aunt was too lazy to do something, and stopped running to her with handkerchiefs. Let's go do our business.
Our aunt got angry at them.
- Heartless!
But nothing, there were other cordial, kind and disinterested helpers. So aunty and lived. It was sick, it was suffering, then the clients offended her.
And there were always hearty ones with handkerchiefs for tears and sniffles. Each time is different.
And then they came up with social networks.
And our auntie became a blogger.
Good deal.
And you can whine at least every day.
How not to lie
One adult aunt
All the time I was cheating. She had a rich imagination and imagination. Especially in childhood. The other guys were interested with her, because she always thought up something.
But, when they understood that she was lying, they did not want to be friends with her. When her aunt got older, she realized that it was better for others not to lie.
And she began to deceive herself. Come up with different fantastic worlds and live in them. She had such a game, because living is boring.
Or he’ll come up with a man, love him, and he doesn’t behave the way she invented.
- How could he ?! she exclaimed with tears.
But he didn’t know that he should behave as if invented. Lived like a real man and made mistakes.
And then she realized that it’s dangerous to deceive herself - in the end, nothing good happens. Our aunt warmed up and thinks:
- How now to fantasize?
And then, let's write stories, you won’t stop :)
What protects the shell
One adult aunt
She knew how to turn into stone. From touch. Or from the sight. To not hurt. Everything will curl up like a turtle, go under the shell and hard.
Outside.
And inside is soft and tender. Sweet.
But no one knew about it. Everyone thought it was cold.
And there, under the hard crust, it was warm, warm, and even hot sometimes. However, no one tried to get inside, because no one wants to deal with stones. And she cried at night, but she didn’t show her mind during the day. I was only surprised that no one can understand what she really is.
And who will understand if even she herself does not know?
Once she was tired of hiding and stopping in the stone.
She closed her eyes and went out into the sun. It was scary. And it is not clear how to move on without the shell.
It turned out easy! Without gravity, you can be kind, airy and fun.
And what was she afraid of?