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Joyless women make joyless love
You feel joyless love from afar, even on the threshold. In a house with such love from the corners pulls dampness, pillows filled with sobs, filled with bile, poisoned with bitterness. And if something honest and good happens in it, so the tenants will still not believe, only be surprised and cross themselves - "I'm disgusted!"
Joyless love is when anywhere is better than at home, with anyone easier than with whom you sleep. Because unleavened kisses, dry hugs, reproaches, injections, knives and forks. It’s always a surprise what will trigger the detonator this time, at what second: word, look, intonation or gesture.
No one enjoys the right to remain silent: in joyless love, to peck at another for entertainment. Love is a humiliation and defeat when you have to participate in the most difficult civil war – in your family. The door is always slammed deliberately loudly and revealingly, and the one behind it becomes missing for an indefinite time: it is unknown whether he will return when everything is settled and calmed down, whether he will not be the last number on the list of the dead for identification - in haste completed in nervous irregular handwriting, indistinctly, in blue smearing ink, by hand.
Joyless women do not seek joy, do not know how to create it, do not serve as its source. Living with them is like entering a beautiful but dead house: it will always be colder inside than outside. And a luxurious huge fireplace will not even be electric – but skillfully painted with paints on the wall.
Joyless women are afraid to rejoice. Every event is a harbinger of some kind of failure. Reality does not flow through them, but stumbles like stones: neither spontaneity nor miracles. Incredibly hard on themselves, they expect others to be sternly submissive: how can you laugh if life is a game of survival, of elimination? You just need to relax a little bit - that's all, Tryndka.
They have ugly dresses, boring thoughts, cold fingers. Men next to such are also gloomy, sluggish, sunken, with burnt wiring, rotten ceilings, without light, without purpose. And this is understandable: we supply energy to our neighbor, if that power has run out. Just energy zero partners in life - like bottomless pits: as much as you do not give yourself to them, you will not see filled edges, but discontent will be, like from a crazy pot of porridge - over the edge.
Joyless women are not comfortable living. They don't seem to have enough all the time. They repeat to themselves that they could have done better, that next time they should give their best, because others have more results, more money, and more interesting work. And you, you just didn't try hard, and you have to try harder. So take away that stupid winner's smile - not the time, not the place. It's not on your street yet, it's three blocks away.
Do you know how scary these women are? They are like the Sadness of a cartoon - give a taste of longing to everything they touch. Sex, projects, pasta, ideas and relationships. And the worst thing is that a joyless woman is fast and easy enough to become. To roll into it, as rolls behind the sofa with a bang off a button.
Whenever, instead of solving a problem, you prefer to complain about it, the joyless woman in you raises her head higher. Every time, instead of being happy for someone, you go into envy and painful comparison, the joyless woman in you is handed out like a man. Every time you talk or think about yourself or something in your life with disdain or evil vexation, the joyless woman in you takes power. Takes pleasure. And one day, from an ordinary joyless woman, you turn into a stray woman.
Dovlatov wrote: “Money does not attract women.” Not cars or jewelry. Not restaurants and expensive clothes. Not power, wealth and elegance. It is what made man powerful, rich and elegant. The power to which some are endowed and others are totally deprived.” That’s how men with age are looking for a woman not a pretty face, but the ability to rejoice – to create her, multiply, grow like rye leaven, then bake fragrant homemade bread from her. To be the kind to which you want to return from any road – and not just in a hurry, but almost fly.
Don’t tell me it’s good to say it – I believe that optimism is built into women by default, naturally and historically, and has always allowed us to survive, regenerate, and move on where it’s easier to go crazy or drink.
Author: Olga Primachenko
P.S. And remember, just by changing your consciousness – together we change the world!
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Source: gnezdo.by/blog/why-so-serious/
Joyless love is when anywhere is better than at home, with anyone easier than with whom you sleep. Because unleavened kisses, dry hugs, reproaches, injections, knives and forks. It’s always a surprise what will trigger the detonator this time, at what second: word, look, intonation or gesture.
No one enjoys the right to remain silent: in joyless love, to peck at another for entertainment. Love is a humiliation and defeat when you have to participate in the most difficult civil war – in your family. The door is always slammed deliberately loudly and revealingly, and the one behind it becomes missing for an indefinite time: it is unknown whether he will return when everything is settled and calmed down, whether he will not be the last number on the list of the dead for identification - in haste completed in nervous irregular handwriting, indistinctly, in blue smearing ink, by hand.
Joyless women do not seek joy, do not know how to create it, do not serve as its source. Living with them is like entering a beautiful but dead house: it will always be colder inside than outside. And a luxurious huge fireplace will not even be electric – but skillfully painted with paints on the wall.
Joyless women are afraid to rejoice. Every event is a harbinger of some kind of failure. Reality does not flow through them, but stumbles like stones: neither spontaneity nor miracles. Incredibly hard on themselves, they expect others to be sternly submissive: how can you laugh if life is a game of survival, of elimination? You just need to relax a little bit - that's all, Tryndka.
They have ugly dresses, boring thoughts, cold fingers. Men next to such are also gloomy, sluggish, sunken, with burnt wiring, rotten ceilings, without light, without purpose. And this is understandable: we supply energy to our neighbor, if that power has run out. Just energy zero partners in life - like bottomless pits: as much as you do not give yourself to them, you will not see filled edges, but discontent will be, like from a crazy pot of porridge - over the edge.
Joyless women are not comfortable living. They don't seem to have enough all the time. They repeat to themselves that they could have done better, that next time they should give their best, because others have more results, more money, and more interesting work. And you, you just didn't try hard, and you have to try harder. So take away that stupid winner's smile - not the time, not the place. It's not on your street yet, it's three blocks away.
Do you know how scary these women are? They are like the Sadness of a cartoon - give a taste of longing to everything they touch. Sex, projects, pasta, ideas and relationships. And the worst thing is that a joyless woman is fast and easy enough to become. To roll into it, as rolls behind the sofa with a bang off a button.
Whenever, instead of solving a problem, you prefer to complain about it, the joyless woman in you raises her head higher. Every time, instead of being happy for someone, you go into envy and painful comparison, the joyless woman in you is handed out like a man. Every time you talk or think about yourself or something in your life with disdain or evil vexation, the joyless woman in you takes power. Takes pleasure. And one day, from an ordinary joyless woman, you turn into a stray woman.
Dovlatov wrote: “Money does not attract women.” Not cars or jewelry. Not restaurants and expensive clothes. Not power, wealth and elegance. It is what made man powerful, rich and elegant. The power to which some are endowed and others are totally deprived.” That’s how men with age are looking for a woman not a pretty face, but the ability to rejoice – to create her, multiply, grow like rye leaven, then bake fragrant homemade bread from her. To be the kind to which you want to return from any road – and not just in a hurry, but almost fly.
Don’t tell me it’s good to say it – I believe that optimism is built into women by default, naturally and historically, and has always allowed us to survive, regenerate, and move on where it’s easier to go crazy or drink.
Author: Olga Primachenko
P.S. And remember, just by changing your consciousness – together we change the world!
Join us on Facebook, VKontakte, Odnoklassniki
Source: gnezdo.by/blog/why-so-serious/
