How do you know that you love someone?
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| relationship |
You kinda always want this man? Well, that's the attraction. You are interested in him? Well, it's friendship. You admire what he does and how cool is he doing this? Is respect. Do you like the way he treats you and what are you with him? The vanity. Usually love mixed all this together, but there is one thing that categorically distinguishes love from the same set of attributes. This desire to share. That is all in the meaning of his life and time in it – not only in order to satisfy their needs through this man (to fuck, benefit, delight and satisfaction of desires in the here and now), but because you have a relationship. A large collaborative project, is not always easy, not always consisting only of pleasures – but has a huge potential and the need for investments – the investments of caring, trust, commitment, time, effort, generosity, affection, acceptance, patience, sincerity, kindness and admiration. This is all – this is the value of the relationship. When you create something in common, together, trusting each other and supporting each other, admiring each other, wanting and liking: themselves, each other and common, that you create together. We have ceased to believe in it. We believe in money and pleasure. We became cowardly – we can't dare to trust and attached.
We don't believe in love and friendship
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| understanding |
Because at every step we choose and encourage those things that are really worth to be ashamed of: the pettiness, meanness, whoring and hypocrisy, which began to roll all over the place and turned into the attributes of successful and determined citizen. I am not talking about the chick who perform the role of a Chihuahua with his master in return for loot and grooming. I'm talking about a Mature independent people, sometimes even intelligent and educated. I mean, you know, the cosmopolitan, prefers the so-called relationship (That is, no one owes nothing like that). Happened a substitution of concepts. Something terrible happened that always happens with any good idea, when she reaches the irresponsible bastards. And thus, for example, independence has turned into a childish unwillingness to work on a relationship, to invest in them, to be honest, and to make choices in their favor, even if sometimes you have to give up something very tempting. No, it lost all its value. Trust has lost its value. Suddenly became normal to talk shit behind the other and thatsa on the side, being in a relationship. For what a person says at a party nasty things about some of his friend – he doesn't gets the answer of a punch in the face or turns a blind eye, we don't turn around and don't walk away from this man away – we even listening to him, drink with him and added to friends on Facebook. Because he's trendy. Or famous. Or what else is there?
I love you
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| resentment |
For some reason the person who is in relationship with another person and even tell him the magic words “I love you” – without shame or compunction – Fucks in parallel with other people tells about it to their friends and then becomes for all a coward and a hypocritical fuck. Remains all good buddy and he doesn't boycott for treason – because well – everyone is free to decide what to do with their relationship. And anyway it's just he's such a temperamental man, he's too much sexuality and he is such a marathoner motherfucker. He is not a scoundrel, a deceiver and not a twat, and just very sexy behind. And here we all encourage – being inert, indifferent, tolerant and watered-damn-correct. As you know, when people actually encourages respect for other people means that he is not averse and him to be treated the same way. Here and we go all out with his tail between his legs – and look, someone will inadvertently fuck . Better at once by mutual consent without obligation and for the money. And even if you want this man, you wonder, you might even ecstatic about what and how he makes himself and you feel wonderful, and you have great sex – but suddenly will not burn, so put me their eggs in different baskets. But this is not good. Love is not a bargaining chip, boys and girls.



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