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In childhood, if you remember, we always want to quickly become adults. Adults trying to dissuade you from this idea, sighing that they just would be better if I returned to my childhood, but it goes on deaf ears. Pink and Golden childhood, here's another! No! I want to be like them. As the adults!
Of course, the reasons for this desire are very different, but the main, perhaps, that I want to have more rights, and more — to your flaws suddenly somehow themselves turned into advantages. Because if you don't give your doll the daughter of my mom's friend, you stingy, and if the mother does not allow you to wear fancy dress or refuses to buy ice cream, she cares about your thighs, your throat, and generally it is called in adults "economical".
If your dad every time before going out rubs the shoes to Shine he is an interesting and intelligent man, and if you need to iron your skirt every time you walk, you're boring adults and create extra trouble. You can and unironed skirt to go out in the yard, nothing terrible.
So I dreamed that I would grow big and strong, and then all the things for which I constantly receive comments and in some cases even dark and dutifully standing in the corner, suddenly become necessary and valuable to others.
Cease to blame for my love of fiction and the incredible stories that I lack them in library books successfully composed herself and gave over the real events.
Will not be called a nerd and weird for the child's ear the word "pedant" (a grandmother even said it was the most unfair "swagruha" or "temenica") because I'm not doing anything wrong, but just like order and clear rules.
And, of course, the adult me were not to blame for the love of sticking out in front of the mirror with combs, pins and other tools. After all, no one adult aunt did not call voobrazila and flirt and not expose the Vice of narcissism. If a grown woman has hair below the belt, it is called the little mermaid and photographed with her on the streets with her permission, I saw.
So only had to wait for the coveted 18 (21, 25, 38, 43...) years. When it starts the wonderful adult life in which all my flaws and weaknesses will suddenly become a list of advantages and distinctive qualities, I do no one could not say.
Somewhere in the age of well over twenty, having decent seniority, the Treasury, the hopes of a pregnancy and the other attached to adulthood gingerbread, I felt that there is some kind of a trick. I continue to be called among friends a liar and inventor, hinting that not all roughly tell me the stories are true from the first word to the last. The word "nerd" was my comprehensive characteristic of any work in any group. And the condition of the hair and do not want to talk...
Something's wrong, I thought. Whether adult life I have isn't old enough, whether my faults really so terrible that turn into dignity, they have no chance.
For starters, had to sit down and determine what a real adult from my childhood so fundamentally different from me today. Earns money? No, I do the same thing and it just fine. Behind the house watching? Here, too, everything fits. Has a family-children-tree? No, not all of them were these: someone was single, lonely and for rental housing, but still an adult.
And then it hit me. Yes, because they, too, had his faults, just the faults, these were used so that brought one solid favor. It is possible that the mother was very stingy, but refusing to buy ice cream and really kept me healthy throats, and in later age — even figure. Dad after serving in the Navy could not bear to look at the unpolished shoes in the hallway, but it really distinguished him from the majority of subway passengers, right in the movie "Moscow does not believe in tears" (remember there is a cry from the heart of Katerina Tikhomirova: "I can't stand when men's shoes are dirty!").
Thus, correct conclusions rather quickly led to interesting changes in my life. I want to write stories and create their own literary reality? Please, here's the Internet, there you can maintain the blog marked "fiction" (well, true the place was), to write all sorts of poems, excerpts from future large novels or critical essays. But you can swing to send her samples of the pen somewhere in the literary contest fiction stories.
I'm a dork and doing the right thing? At work I asked to go to the accounting Department, and there it went better than ever, because of scrupulous verification of tax reports does not irritate, and Vice versa, bringing satisfaction and a sense of accomplishment. And among friends, I instantly gained a reputation as a specialist in filling in all sorts of clever declarations and collecting the papers in the courts the first time.
I like to spin in front of the mirror, grow a braid to her waist, and I can't stand loose hair? Please, how can anything to train in the weaving of complex spikes and the fish tails every day to change the hairstyle, and I successfully live in a communal apartment, where I have 14 people neighbours (Peter, alas, it's what happens), and half of the neighborhood ladies with long hair. Want, I will make you beautiful braids to go out/for a walk/to the theatre? And your daughter let's try to braid? And Yes, I now that same adult aunty which are suitable on the street with questions "can you take a picture of your hair?", "and that you yourself wove, how lovely, where is this to learn?".
As you can see, life changes sometimes require a Herculean effort.Everything you need frequently is already in us, but we consider it unnecessary ballast, preventing to start a new life. What if it's a real big Royal seal, where we stick ' em in the nuts for failing to apply it differently?
Maybe your love for the daily change of dishes on the menu and an endless interest in the new kitchen is a hidden vocation of the chef, especially if you require hard homemade pasta with cutlet and do not distinguish the taste of your sauces.
And your beaded baubles that serve as the subject of ridicule older family members and colleagues, hinting that it is time to grow out of fashion, flower children, in fact, snapped up at the fair of handmade jewelry or ethnic festival. More and will advertise you to friends and you will gain not only the belief in the right to the existence of their hobby, but the money you will earn, but at the same time making new acquaintances.
Love to chat with a crowd of people, they know how to navigate the chaos, I prefer fuss-mess mode, and Abraham, although the house is supposed to be quiet and still? How about to try himself in the restaurant business, this energy finally benefited your career, not unnerved all home? Of course, it sounds prestigious. But a grown man first and foremost, focused on their "want and need" and not on the opinions of others about his needs and actions.
Also interesting: Life should not be a grind
Where to take forces for change
One of my friends graduated with honors from the Academy of civil service and honestly two years worked in the specialty until beginning slowly to sleep. Then her husband persuaded her to quit her job and argued that she would not be able a month to work at McDonalds as a reboot. She is now the Director of one of the largest St. Petersburg poppies, dropped 15 pounds, which prevented her even from the first courses almost always shines a smile and feels absolutely in its place in a mad whirl of Affairs and people inherent in her work. But in the offices of the state service of my friend would have to deal with shifting papers and other bureaucratic fuss, it is not suitable for her active and energetic nature.
Try? published
Author: Taisiya Popova
P. S. And remember, just changing your mind — together we change the world! ©
Source: www.matrony.ru/menyaem-minus-na-plyus/
Of course, the reasons for this desire are very different, but the main, perhaps, that I want to have more rights, and more — to your flaws suddenly somehow themselves turned into advantages. Because if you don't give your doll the daughter of my mom's friend, you stingy, and if the mother does not allow you to wear fancy dress or refuses to buy ice cream, she cares about your thighs, your throat, and generally it is called in adults "economical".
If your dad every time before going out rubs the shoes to Shine he is an interesting and intelligent man, and if you need to iron your skirt every time you walk, you're boring adults and create extra trouble. You can and unironed skirt to go out in the yard, nothing terrible.
So I dreamed that I would grow big and strong, and then all the things for which I constantly receive comments and in some cases even dark and dutifully standing in the corner, suddenly become necessary and valuable to others.
Cease to blame for my love of fiction and the incredible stories that I lack them in library books successfully composed herself and gave over the real events.
Will not be called a nerd and weird for the child's ear the word "pedant" (a grandmother even said it was the most unfair "swagruha" or "temenica") because I'm not doing anything wrong, but just like order and clear rules.
And, of course, the adult me were not to blame for the love of sticking out in front of the mirror with combs, pins and other tools. After all, no one adult aunt did not call voobrazila and flirt and not expose the Vice of narcissism. If a grown woman has hair below the belt, it is called the little mermaid and photographed with her on the streets with her permission, I saw.
So only had to wait for the coveted 18 (21, 25, 38, 43...) years. When it starts the wonderful adult life in which all my flaws and weaknesses will suddenly become a list of advantages and distinctive qualities, I do no one could not say.
Somewhere in the age of well over twenty, having decent seniority, the Treasury, the hopes of a pregnancy and the other attached to adulthood gingerbread, I felt that there is some kind of a trick. I continue to be called among friends a liar and inventor, hinting that not all roughly tell me the stories are true from the first word to the last. The word "nerd" was my comprehensive characteristic of any work in any group. And the condition of the hair and do not want to talk...
Something's wrong, I thought. Whether adult life I have isn't old enough, whether my faults really so terrible that turn into dignity, they have no chance.
For starters, had to sit down and determine what a real adult from my childhood so fundamentally different from me today. Earns money? No, I do the same thing and it just fine. Behind the house watching? Here, too, everything fits. Has a family-children-tree? No, not all of them were these: someone was single, lonely and for rental housing, but still an adult.
And then it hit me. Yes, because they, too, had his faults, just the faults, these were used so that brought one solid favor. It is possible that the mother was very stingy, but refusing to buy ice cream and really kept me healthy throats, and in later age — even figure. Dad after serving in the Navy could not bear to look at the unpolished shoes in the hallway, but it really distinguished him from the majority of subway passengers, right in the movie "Moscow does not believe in tears" (remember there is a cry from the heart of Katerina Tikhomirova: "I can't stand when men's shoes are dirty!").
Thus, correct conclusions rather quickly led to interesting changes in my life. I want to write stories and create their own literary reality? Please, here's the Internet, there you can maintain the blog marked "fiction" (well, true the place was), to write all sorts of poems, excerpts from future large novels or critical essays. But you can swing to send her samples of the pen somewhere in the literary contest fiction stories.
I'm a dork and doing the right thing? At work I asked to go to the accounting Department, and there it went better than ever, because of scrupulous verification of tax reports does not irritate, and Vice versa, bringing satisfaction and a sense of accomplishment. And among friends, I instantly gained a reputation as a specialist in filling in all sorts of clever declarations and collecting the papers in the courts the first time.
I like to spin in front of the mirror, grow a braid to her waist, and I can't stand loose hair? Please, how can anything to train in the weaving of complex spikes and the fish tails every day to change the hairstyle, and I successfully live in a communal apartment, where I have 14 people neighbours (Peter, alas, it's what happens), and half of the neighborhood ladies with long hair. Want, I will make you beautiful braids to go out/for a walk/to the theatre? And your daughter let's try to braid? And Yes, I now that same adult aunty which are suitable on the street with questions "can you take a picture of your hair?", "and that you yourself wove, how lovely, where is this to learn?".
As you can see, life changes sometimes require a Herculean effort.Everything you need frequently is already in us, but we consider it unnecessary ballast, preventing to start a new life. What if it's a real big Royal seal, where we stick ' em in the nuts for failing to apply it differently?
Maybe your love for the daily change of dishes on the menu and an endless interest in the new kitchen is a hidden vocation of the chef, especially if you require hard homemade pasta with cutlet and do not distinguish the taste of your sauces.
And your beaded baubles that serve as the subject of ridicule older family members and colleagues, hinting that it is time to grow out of fashion, flower children, in fact, snapped up at the fair of handmade jewelry or ethnic festival. More and will advertise you to friends and you will gain not only the belief in the right to the existence of their hobby, but the money you will earn, but at the same time making new acquaintances.
Love to chat with a crowd of people, they know how to navigate the chaos, I prefer fuss-mess mode, and Abraham, although the house is supposed to be quiet and still? How about to try himself in the restaurant business, this energy finally benefited your career, not unnerved all home? Of course, it sounds prestigious. But a grown man first and foremost, focused on their "want and need" and not on the opinions of others about his needs and actions.
Also interesting: Life should not be a grind
Where to take forces for change
One of my friends graduated with honors from the Academy of civil service and honestly two years worked in the specialty until beginning slowly to sleep. Then her husband persuaded her to quit her job and argued that she would not be able a month to work at McDonalds as a reboot. She is now the Director of one of the largest St. Petersburg poppies, dropped 15 pounds, which prevented her even from the first courses almost always shines a smile and feels absolutely in its place in a mad whirl of Affairs and people inherent in her work. But in the offices of the state service of my friend would have to deal with shifting papers and other bureaucratic fuss, it is not suitable for her active and energetic nature.
Try? published
Author: Taisiya Popova
P. S. And remember, just changing your mind — together we change the world! ©
Source: www.matrony.ru/menyaem-minus-na-plyus/
