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Oh syndrome "aunt," You will not read in any medical book. Though in life it represents a very real phenomenon: the state of discouragement, grumbling, fatigue, multiplied by the extinct view, asexuality and unwillingness to dream. A kind of cocktail of negativity. And suffering from this disease, unfortunately, among us a lot ... |
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Once it started up in me "aunt"! Not right away. At first, she allegedly "ran away in just a minute" my light, reckless, but at the same time strong, confident "inner girl".
It happened as a "sudden-where-no-penny-who took" sagging thrift, commitment to cleaning and washing. But most importantly - in the form of grunts at home, "that no one, except for me, in this house does not need anything." But the "inner girl" quickly deport overstayers guest. And everything again becomes easy and fun.
However, after the birth of her son, uninvited guests began to look to me more often, hiding under the social masks encouraged by a sense of duty and responsibility. After the birth of her daughter, "her aunt," moved in with me for ever. Roughly, and cynically. With all their belongings - sadness, melancholy, boredom, thrifty and being overweight. She has audited in the house and put his hand tight the door girlish wardrobe and quite Pelevin forbidden to wear shoes with heels. When I timidly suggested to go to the lingerie shop, "aunt" was relentless: "Where ?! My son no suit!"
Every day, she boldly giving directions to the house, from which the children were less likely to laugh, friends - come to visit, and her husband - to whisper in your ear all sorts of tenderness. But one sunny spring day in my "inner girl" something jumped: life became unbearable.
Having bought the boots on a hairpin and repainted in a bright-red color, I was kicked out of his house evil thick economic "aunt" with its soup, grumbling, fatigue and a sense of duty. And I wrote for the eight precepts to combat the syndrome of "aunt".
Everything is done with ease and affection.
As philosophers say, that inside, then outside. If you are happy about the world, enjoying every minute of life, and become outwardly beautiful, attractive: and for others, and for luck. Your good mood, like the ripples extend to all who are near. Only the "aunt" forget that happy moms - happy children with happy wives - husbands happy.
Erect ladies delight in rank vital.
Remember the song from the movie "Midshipmen, forward!": "Smart is not born a cunning secret male mind - either there or not Women's beauty - another thing ... it'll come."
So what do we "make our money," pampering yourself various women's tricks - perfume from Chanel, thong with rhinestones? Femininity! Charm! Coquetry! The ability to drive one crazy! No "tetkovosti". Only the feeling that you're still hoo. Regardless of age!
I am nothing to anyone should not be.
A sense of duty ( "I have", "I have") is to dedicate a section of psychiatry. Classics of the genre: I hate to cook (washing, cleaning), but obliged. And instead of simply refuse unloved cases raping myself irritated at all, becoming embittered "aunt." Although "all" is not to blame: they also asked me not ugorayu three o'clock in the kitchen to please their five course meal? From childhood instilled with the belief that without a hearty borscht husband will run away, and the children will die of hunger, you need to get rid of! The heroine of the movie "You can not dream" on the tediousness homeroom teacher: ". My girl, when you grow up, you will have a husband you'll know how good it is when a person has a sense of duty," he replied as follows: "And in my opinion only love everyone has the right to manage. "
I do not care what people will say. The main thing - that I think about yourself.
But currently it is only necessary to think well. And if anyone thinks differently - that's his problem. About that, "Shaw Luda will say" experiencing only "aunt."
"Girls", as Castaneda warriors "seeking perfection only in his own eyes." Straight back, tripping, chin raised: does anyone doubt that you - the goddess, well, flawless, happy woman? No! And by the way, will be less then the gossip.
High heels and sexy outfits - yes! A shopping bag and shapeless clothes even in the absence of her husband - no!
Did you know that the largest number of used lipstick ... guess not!
Women Arab Emirates. Long could not understand - why? They go in a burqa! It turns out that simple! We, in Ukraine, women give himself up when they go out into the street, at work, on a visit. When her husband go to the robes, without hair, no makeup - in general, know yourself.
And they have the opposite. For people oriental lady and can not preen, but at home - with her husband and friends - they look like a queen. The golden rule, is not it?
If there is a choice between sex and cooking borscht - choose sex.
Only the "aunt" say "no strength", "tired", "busy", "do not want". "Girls" include imagination, leaf "Kama Sutra", engaged in Tantra, Taoist sexual practices, Arabic dances. It is possible to cook soup and then. You can, after all, buy a set of soup or invite a housewife. But whether you choose to have sex the husband also invited anyone? ..
Woman's mission - not to serve, and inspire a man!
My father said that from their wives, who perfectly prepared and well-washed shirts, husbands do not go away. He had three (!) Wife. All perfectly cooked and washed ... He did not understand a simple thing: a housewife and wife - it's not the same thing. First - Concerned about the economy, with a scoop and an apron. Second - can "improve" life, become a muse, inspiration, family think tank, in the end - all that you want - just do not "aunt"!
I - there is, and already this is enough for joy!
Another such is not and there will be no-COH-da! So, you see, crime feel miserable, to kill a daily, often far-fetched problems unique identity and become a bore!
So, expelling unwanted guests, I again began to love and rejoice, rejoice and love, at times making crazy things (and purchase). I can spend all the money in the beauty salon - without remorse for the half-empty refrigerator. And, oddly enough, no one even chided me tranzhirstvo husband just said with mock reproach: "Oh, these women!" and I stroked my enamored luxurious red curls. I go down in the white jeans with a children's slides with little son and draw with chalk on the pavement. Who says that adult women can not? "Aunt"?! I mind showing her tongue ... and go to roller skate!