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Who knows whether all those stories about bad Karma are true or not? In my case, I'm thinking there just may be something to it. But whatever, I wondered if the Karma deal might apply differently to men and women. Not so much just because the sexes are so different in so many ways. But because we often think, feel and act differently. So maybe out Karma accounts differ.

We were the strong ones from the 50s ... 60 ... 70
First of all, we survived a normal birth,
with mothers who smoked, and drank
during their pregnancy.

They took aspirins, ate vinaigrette sauce,
mayonnaise and desserts and they were
not tested for diabetes or cholesterol.
And after that trauma we were put
to sleep on our stomach in children's beds
dyed with beautiful shiny lead paint.There were no child locks on the doors
and when we drove by bike we had
basketball hats and no helmets.

As a baby or child we ride along
on mother's lap
in cars without belts,
nor high chairs or inflatable cushions. Sitting in the box of a van, or on the horse of Farmer Zutter, on a sunny day, was always a very special experience.

We drank well water or water from the tap
and no water from a plastic bottle.

We ate tarts, white bread, real butter,
bacon with eggs and beech nuts
and walnuts that were already on the ground.
We drank hot chocolate
with real sugar in it.
We did not suffer from obesity.
WHY ?

Because we always played outside.
Therefore!!
We left the house early in the morning
to cycle to school
(there were then no mothers who could bring us by car),
or to play all day in the fresh air
and this on condition that we
were at home in the evening.
(or when the street lights started to burn)
Our parents did not know where we were going.
We did not have a mobile phone but we had not experienced Dutroux yet.We had "dirty clothes to play"
and "clean clothes" to visit.

We needed hours to make our play equipment ourselves.

We had no
Playstations, Nintendos, X-box, iPod etc.
There were no video games,
no 150 TV channels, no videos or DVDs
no stereo chains.

For 18 hours you only looked at the 'test image'
There were no computers or internet.
WE HAD YET FRIENDS
and we went outside to play with them. We felled out of trees, cut us,
broke an arm, leg or a tooth from time to time.
We "picked" apples and pears,
and there were no legal prosecutions to
blame for that.
If we were caught,
then we got a beating and
at home we wisely kept our mouth shut.We got a big bike for our 12th birthday, played with sticks like sword, a lid of the rubbish bin as a shield, catapults, slings, bow and reed arrows with a large nail in front ...
We made old knives, good throwing knives and practicing us on a tree trunk or an old bird peck target from the cafe.
Although we were told
that we could lose our eyes
or hurt ourselves with those things
, we all survived.

We drove by bike or went on foot
to the home of a friend and just
walked past behind.
We were very welcome and sometimes joined the table for lunch.
The idea that our parents sent us out of prison
to get, was absurd, that just did not exist.
They were with and for the law, and with the teachers.
If we got a punishment at school
, we got another extra punishment at home!

Our generations have produced some of the best entrepreneurs, thinkers and inventors
of all time and from all over the world.
These years brought an explosion of novelties and new ideas.

We had the freedom to try, the fear of failure, the success and the responsibility
that went with it.
We have learned to control that
and to deal with it.
If you are one of them?
CONGRATS!

Just so you know, when you hear that (for the 10th time) and are getting madder and madder, imagining all the advisers chatting round the water cooler or gossiping in the smoke shelters, nuh UH.

Probably not enough advisers, for starters. That's standard. Not enough hired, or some off sick, train delays, some simply didn't pitch up. I worked on a bank support desk for 5 months, great hours, best paid worst job I ever had.

Managers demanding you should be handling AT LEAST 6 calls an hour. Called in to a Serious Meeting if your average dropped too low over a 3 session period. Trust me, no point in reminding them you've had commendations for your service. Time is what matters, Biff, time. Not doing it right.

We were working 4 hour shifts, 4 pm to 8 pm and got one allocated 5 minute break in the 4 hours - go to the loo? have coffee? smoke? decisions decisions.

Managers marching up and down the office shouting 'calls stacked up EIGHT MINUTES PEOPLE wrap up the call you're on!!'

Disconnect that call and before you can update the customer's notes on their account, the next voice is coming through your headphones, and he is MAD because he's waited 8 minutes and he wastes 3 minutes of the 10 you should be giving him by being bitterly sarcastic. Or you waste time because the notes from the last time he called might as well be in Klingon for all the sense they make, and the caller has to explain from the beginning. He'll love that.

Some advisers pretended to keep on talking while they frantically updated complicated notes about a complicated problem before they disconnected. However, the managers also randomly listened in on calls. Get caught, and you were in big trouble, so we rarely risked it.

Some calls simply can't be handled in 10 minutes. We were handling mortgage arrears, try rushing someone who is about to lose their house despite having made arrangements the last time they called in? Sorry, buddy, no notes about that.

Rush them, you get a complaint against you. Don't rush them, 'calls stacked up NINE MINUTES PEOPLE HEADS WILL ROLL wrap up the call you're on!'

So - next time you're told all the advisers are busy, they probably are. If the managers stopped being pocket Hitlers and answered calls themselves to help out - but that suggestion never went down well.




While we're on the subject, can anyone explain why deliveries promised between 9 am and 12 noon only arrive 10 minutes after you went out at 3 pm? Or any other background explanations?

Say: Cheese!
I remember that. It started off in childhood. I think they still do it...
When someone had a camera everyone would gather together for a picture.
The photographer would yell: "say cheese!" and the English word "cheese" is perfect for a smile. Yes, a smile makes for a great picture. Or does it? That is what's socially accepted.

For the benefit of those who don't speak English as a first language, your face makes a natural smile when you say cheese. Funny thing, in Spanish they say 'queso' that sounds like K-SO (clears throat) queso is the Spanish word for cheese and your mouth doesn't have the same appearance using queso instead of cheese.

Am I different? I'm smiling... really I am. I'm smiling on the inside.
Trust me, I'm smiling. Because you cannot see my lips pulled back and my teeth exposed? This doesn't mean I'm unhappy. I'm truly smiling on the inside.
Do I really have to distort my face and show teeth to prove it?

If I smile, will it make someone else happy?

You know, In the animal world, showing your teeth is an act of aggression.... I don't want to bite you... Do you wanna bite me?

Some people have a natural smile. Some people don't
Some people are missing teeth... but they smile anyway!
Some people practice their smiles. I think they stand in front of a mirror... for hours.
They practice their smiles.
Is this good? It must be... so many do it and everyone likes the results.
Sometimes it's the same smile. Perfected.

My old girlfriend had the EXACT same smile. every picture. She took 200 photos of the same smile. For the most part, it was a nice smile... after a while It reminded me of a smiling politician... fake smile.
I asked her to try using different levels of smile sometimes, but she refused.

I still have nightmares.

Maybe I should practice my smile. I'll get off the internet and practice my smile.
This could be good. One day, I'll be famous. I'll be in public and know the importance of a smile and how universally it's accepted (well, except in the animal world)

I will perfect my smile so when I retract my lips and show my teeth, you will know it's a gesture of friendship and not an indication that you're my next dinner.

............. The lonely wolf remains the bitter breath of hatred he will feel in life and the realization that everyone will spit upon his grave when he is dead.

Of all the posts I made over the span of 10 years, its only now that I got a 3 day ban from posting on facebook

Women reportedly do it more often and for longer. Several types of tears, ----Irritant (onions), Sadness, Laughter, Manipulative, Crocodile, Pain, etc. Interesting human reactions.

Do not let others decide on your life - decide on your own life!............. You are the expert of your own life. Others mainly advise what they would do themselves. If you do what they say, you get what they get. Is that what you want?............... Is there anyone on this planet who knows better what you want than you? Who knows more about your dreams, your background, your personality, your preferences, your strengths, your desires? I do not think so. Why would anyway let another decide what you do? Can they look better in your soul than yourself? ................ ............

These people look like zombie's there's nothing about any of them that you'd want to grab except a straight jacket to put them in and a nut house. Lord help us all. I didn't know there was so many ridiculous insane people.

if you keep wanting more you will end up with less ...t. m. dillonger..