No, whatever you say, but I liked the USSR! Oktyabryatsko-pioneer childhood with a touch of ideology, cockerels for five kopecks, "sekretiki" of candy gold, heartfelt tales "The Kingdom of Crooked Mirrors", "Frost", "The Adventures of Buratino" ... Especially in the last song she loved "... tired, teach, lecture. Teach better than your tricksters! " The times of the hammer-sickle are over, but the country of the Soviets seems to have remained. Tips in the truest sense. Almost everyone is confident in their megaprofessionalism in all areas. Okay, they would keep their confidence with themselves, they don’t give “valuable” recommendations - how to live, what to wear, what to eat, where to go on vacation, how to bring up children ... I’m not asking for participation, I don’t complain, my comfort zone climb ?! Examples? Yes please! Surely you have similar.
Kill can not be left
Speech about abortions. I understand that intrusive propaganda has got, but I also faced this dilemma. Although not the case. I didn’t even think that a tiny four-week life could be interrupted, so I didn’t have any questions where to put a comma. Let me, even unexpectedly, I am 39, let the settled life and growing career, let the eldest 20. But the doctors from the paid center have a different look at the state of things:
- Why do you need this hemorrhoids? The forces are not the same again to dip into the snot-diaper. Imagine home crawling with the dream of a sofa, and then a child. No weekends, no vacation plans, no freedom. Do you need it ?!
To be honest, I was so overwhelmed that I didn’t tell the kind aunt a couple of tender ones about her philosophy. I was even scared - if the doctor is so tuned, then what can we expect from society? In vain she was afraid. I look now at the dirty attractive face of a three-year-old son and can not imagine another life. Yes, the forces are not the same, yes, I get tired, but I wouldn’t trade for an evening stuffed with worries for a couch. I still do not understand what Madame was guided by from the consultation, teaching me. Emotional limitation, envy, sincere participation? Health to you, adviser, I really hope that there will not be any impressionable persons in your chair.
Grandmothers, Grandmothers, Old Grannies
I respect old age, honestly. All there, if lucky, we will. But how do they get the advice of this honorable public! Grannies are a special category that adores instruction. Often in a directive tone, not a damn understanding the essence. Fresh example. I languish in line to the therapist, entertaining myself involuntarily overheard by the dialogues. Elderly neighbor on the couch wisely teaches a companion:
- Do not think if they give a referral to an oncologist, agree - they will heal to death! You better drink hemlock, but honey apply with aloe. Guaranteed to help!
I usually silently react to human limitations, if I am not concerned, but I could not stand it. I painted the consequences of self-treatment in a colorful way, I have a good idea about it, I walked correctly through the "specialists" who gave such recommendations, reminded me heartily of my grandchildren who need a living grandmother, and not commemorative lunches. And it was sent by a shrill opponent to a well-known address ... I really hope that the one to whom the pseudo-councils were meant to be friends with common sense.
Good boots, we must take
Do you like this movie too? Still, that no quote, then a masterpiece! I am sure that you have heard criticism about appearance, clothes, style, taste. Moreover, it is flavored with "spiritual" participation and a supposedly sincere desire to help the "erring". Neighbors, colleagues, fellow travelers and strive to impose their own opinions. By the way, the statement that before everything was better was complete nonsense. I remember how grandmothers spat in the early eighties, when my father brought jeans from sunny Bulgaria. Say, obtyanul economy, shameless! If only they knew that in a couple of decades schoolgirls would be dressed, as if in a minute they were entering the strip club scene. Scolded Beatles, setting as an example of sugary Leshchenko. Yes, today they look like angels against the background of many performers. Ripped bangs, low waist, piercing, rap make young people almost outcasts in the eyes of respectable fellow citizens. Leave alone already, let them purr in youth. Believe me, go crazy. And they will also look askance at youths.
What is all this writing for? Boiling over, you know ... I dare to give some advice, although I narrated about a negative attitude towards them. Learn to filter out really valuable recommendations from a viscous substance of moralizing. Do not be fooled by the banal "here I would be in your place ..." You are on your own, thank God. You may be worse than millions or better, but you are unique. There are definitely no more, proud of it. Compete with you yesterday, not with the crowd. Do not stop because of third-party replicas. Do not be like mass. And you will be happy! I will go, I will listen once more to a song about spiders ...
