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„I red about it recently, it`s called financial mobbing!“ – she said and I just couldn`t help agreeing. Not in the name of the feminine solidarity but because of the simple human sympathy.

As we all know it, things are far from fine. OK, we`re still in the middle of the crisis, no matter what they say. People are afraid of losing their jobs, everyone are up to their noses in debts and loans, the costs and expenses are rising and when you pay all the sxxt you`re suppose to you may say you can barely buy the food. And what my favorite aunt says, the man is a hunter, he is inborn with a social role of the family provider. And when he is not capable to do it as he should on the required level – he suffers. Sure, but how, in which way he will express it – that is a completely other topic.

Hear, hear!

He watches closely, on daily basis, how, where and on what she spends every cent. They are not going anywhere, not even visiting their friends, because he always says no. But the fights about the money are taking place every day in every occasion for almost every single thing. In the same time, he insists to check every bill and receipt she ever paid, he daily checks her and his account, just in case she may spend on something they don`t really need.

Where are they now? Huh, everyday arguments, fights, groans, sighs, snorts, grumble, shouting, and the worst of all they came to long loathing silences. Hard, right? She says that she tries to explain that life is full of ups and downs, that she remembers when her parents had it, that is will pass, that`s just life but he won`t listen.

So what she does? Well, at this point, for her little needs, she is trying to avoid using the credit card, that in every opportunity she gets, hides a buck or two every day, and even if she buys something to herself, like a face cream, she hides it somewhere in the house, sometimes even in their child`s toys. For the new shoes she bought she said it was a gift from her mother. I mean the woman is tricking and jilting that much that she feels like a crock or at least a secret agent in her own house! So for that reason, she is thinking about leaving him.

What about their intimacy? None. Zip. Zero. And I mean not a trace, like looking for a decent meal in a vegan restaurant. Sex? She doesn`t remembers when something even close happened last time. And how will she? Seriously, who sleeps with it`s enemy? They keep each other on the shooting line from the time they wake up until they are asleep. She doesn`t feels like it. He doesn`t understands.

Really? Can`t figure it out why? OK, let me explain, from a woman`s perspective. This kind of fascist patronizing behavior is sending only one message – that she is an idiot, a small irresponsible child for which someone else has to bring the decisions because she is simply not capable for it. And then after such a humiliating treatment you expect the reimbursement of anything and even physical love? Really? How interesting. Wake up ego-khan, trust me, it ain`t gonna happen! Respect is a two-way street, same as the appreciation. She is not a moron, or your child, or your property. Capisce?

You can often hear how people are simply disgust by just a mention that somebody have actually paid for sex with a prostitute. They got married but didn`t properly understood that you have to earn your wife`s love. You never ever take her for granted.

So, if you are asking are you paying for sex the answer is affirmative – yes you are. Always. The thing is that it is not always with money. There are actually only few things that woman needs to be felt loved and to return that love with huge interests. Just three words with the most powerful meaning and remember them well – respect, attention, trust.

And now go, run as your feet carry you to show it!

Because we deserve it, 176.

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Aaaaaaah! There we go, this is life! Laying on the couch after a hard day`s work, light lunch and with a medium size of ice-cream box. The sun is still out and hot, the birds and the bees are feeling lazy but then again I am too.

Then, all of the sudden, I`m startled by a screaming children jamboree from the street:

Little girl 1 screaming: „Never!!! You will never see the child again! Do you get that???“

Little girl 2 yelling: „Don`t even think about it! Give it to me!!!“

Little girl 1 returns: „When I get back, I want ALL your stuff to disappear! Don`t want to see  your face ever again!!!“

Little girl 2 furiously: „Oh really! This is my house and my kid! And I`m not leaving anywhere!“

Little girl 1 explodes: „Get out of my face! I hate you!!!“

(..and then I hear a boom, than a bam followed by some strange squall and another loud bam)

Little girls 2 not bealiving: „Let me go! What are you doing?!?!?…Leave the child!!!!“

Little girl 1 in complete desperation: „ Nooooooooo! You can`t have it! It is mine!!!!!

Little girls 3, weakly: „Ahm…aaah…listen… I`m going home, may arms and legs hurt …See ya….“

What the hell?!?… – I`m asking politely the Little girl 3, the youngest among them. The kid looks at me with her last ounce of strenght and says that they are playing the divorce game….Excuse me???? You are playing what?!? Divorce? How do you mean divorce, what kind of game is this?!?

And here I have the child explaining me, The-ooooold-out-of-everything-cool-and-awesome-ignoramus, your`s truly, how the game goes:

–         Little girl 1 is the mother which have decided to get a divorce, the child, the house and the whole package;

–         Little girl 2 is the father who wants the child, house, and everything else too;

–         Little girl 3 is their child who`s been for the last 15 minutes literally dragged and stretched from the two belligerent sides, then thrown into a car, which all have blessed her with several bruises, joint pains and the ephemeral hearing problems…

Hm…Then I ask the child how in the world they have come up to the idea to play the divorce game and the child answers „We saw it in a soap!“ Aaaaaah, there you go! And we are nagging that the today`s youth can`t learn anything from staring into the tv box! Mea culpa, I whisper, returning into the well deserved isolation…

 

So…From my perspective, I can see that we are developing a complete new generaton which have already adopted a new standard of communication. The kids have learned what is normal and expected in the situations like divorce, relationships and the matters of a heart in general. If you don`t scream, threat or hurt somebody – this is just not it. Being civilized and respectful is just not the way.

A short one : turn of the tv! Let the children out, give them a good book, or at least change the channel to something which will broaden their horizons, knowledge, positive imagination and emotional freedom.

This one goes for the big ones, too. And don`t cheat! Give yourself something good, something priceless like…like your life with all the goodies to make you a even better, smarter and, by all means, a healthier person.

How to be outrageosly rich?

How to fuck 1450 chicks in one year and become rich?

How to become incredibly happy and rich, of course?

In our age, the postmodern neurotic period, we have like tons of selfhelp books in every corner. Some of them are actually good but the majority are total trash. The sad thing about it is the fact that on the wings of consumerism, selfishness and self-pity on which we are flying, we are looking for turbofast and hypereasy solutions which will bring us to a general bliss, with minimal effort. And of course, that book also must have a part where it`s author is convincing us how we are actually wonderful but the others just don`t see it. But they will, after the author`s secret advice. Sure.

Why am I bothered with it? Because of the conversation I had the other day. Here it is.

She: „Will you take me to the library?“

Me:“?!? I have to take you? Why?“

She: „Because I need a book, and you are the only one that I know, that does things like this. Goes to the library and borrows books. You know, really reads.

(Here I felt like a leper, like a total freak, a weirdo. I`ve become „the-one-who- goes-to-library-and-really-reads“. What will my neighbours think? I will be socially excommunicated!)

Me:And what book do you need?“

She: „How to have a really good fight, or something“.

Mazel tov!

The thing is that she and her man are constanly fighting. 24-7. Waking up, you son of the bitch, dressing, you idiot, going to work, why are you late you moron, coming home, where`s my lunch stupid, afternoon chilling, I can`t stand you, watching tv, you heartless bitch…. A true idyll.

And from all the things in the world, all moves, solutions – they want a selfhelp book named How-to-have-a-really-good-fight. They don`t remember when they talked normally last time or when they spent an hour in pleasant silence. But they do want the fightings to continue on completely another level.

The thing is that they are appropriately deaf. Enjoying in their own voices that much, and not having a clue that, just maybe, the other side has some rights and needs too. So they scream. All the time. And now, with the help of the good book, they will have the possibility to throw in some quotations too like: „No, no,no, you jerk! On the page 47 it says that….“.

You get the picture.

I, on the other hand, am waiting for another book to come out – „38 things on which you may conclude that you are a selfish manipulative child and for which you may bitch slap yourself“.

Till then, it looks I will take others on a library tour. I have the license.

Helping them to find the way for their desired destination, Selfishville.