I.am. cooked. Now I’m going to spill everything out. Anybody with a pulse will support me. I am bitching now. I can bitch and moan on and on, but you need a quick dopamine release, so come and get it.
I want my personally invented concept to go viral:: the state of “here and everywhere” (I’ll explain below).
I write on my own by my hand!
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The Author of ASAP Business English Hunger Telegram channel:: Freylina Valeriia Latifa Frolova.
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More often than not, something has happened with people (with men, to be exact). I’m like a stunned person trying to find a place in the sun, but in vain.
Men want to be everywhere at once—I call this state “here and everywhere.” It is no longer enough to be just two; now it has to be six at once, bathing in female attention while women swoop down like vultures and tear everything apart, leaving nothing left for the men.
There is a fierce battle for male attention. This is Ali Baba and 40 women. And everyone fusses over this one Ali Baba like Pharaoh over Tutankhamun.
Now women run after men, and men act cranky, arrogant, picky, and this Eternal Search never ends—there is no end and no limit.
It will never stop—he will keep looking around, scouting out a better specimen.
He is under the state of “here and everywhere,” as if under some influence. Not only is he under alcohol or who knows what else. He talks to one, looks around for another, finishes with the first, and switches to a third as if the first never existed.
What on earth is this! I am angry at the modern world and these overindulged louts who only know how to flirt with everyone without feeling responsible for those they have tamed.
I feel tamed when someone talks to me for half an hour and then leaves silently without explaining why.
One of two things:: either I’m just not right, or they all think they are [kings of kings].
[Half the kingdom for your attention]—that’s how girls behave, sinking their teeth into one guy who has gathered five girls around him and he’s doing great, enjoying himself.
And I have to dance around, trying to pull the blanket over to my side* (Russian proverbs meaning gaining sympathy) (even if just for 2 seconds, because that’s exactly how long it lasts).
He’s 2 seconds here, 2 seconds there, and if she’s lucky, THREE seconds with Her.
I’m here telling jokes, performing dances with tambourines (a Russian proverb meaning trying to get attention), throwing smart things into the air, and he laughs, and two seconds later he’s gone, vanished.
If only I were a queen… No, you won’t be a queen unless you become Instasamka, which is unlikely.
If I were a queen, the situation would be turned 180 degrees.
Neo-psychologists have been saying for 20 years that you need to feel and behave like a queen, and then others will see you as one. But that’s all clear in theory.
You do all of this, but still end up empty-handed. I understand you. Damn, it somehow feels like that on a molecular level.
It’s already woven into the DNA.
No one can properly appreciate you. You are filtered through their internal hedonist prism, who’s used to getting without giving anything in return.
I’m tired. I wash my hands. And it’s not a whatever decision.
There is a solution:: eat glass and wash it down with acid. Oh, please, the effect will be the same.
Whoever is washing their hands with me, whoever feels that something is wrong, write in the comments.
All drama aside, I’m genuinely concerned about all of this.
Why you should care
A slight dramatic effect is even good for digestion.
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