Why people, who ask you for advice, because they know they are doing something wrong, take the time to listen to you and nevertheless keep doing the same thing..... ? Do you think they're just waiting for you to finally say something that will support their actions - rather than give true advice?
What have you often wondered about, but never quite been able to work out?
When neither conversation with an elder, nor a book, google, or wikipedia (or any other source of supposed wisdom *ahem*) would give answers. When you give up and sigh in defeat while muttering
"I just don't get it!".
I'd love to know how it's possible, every few years, to meet someone whom you instinctively know is perfect for you in almost every single way, and yet time and again while, the few you who ever-so-rarely utterly rock your little world, and whom you start thinking of as the perfect mothers of your future kids, and the perfect girls you can rule the world with, never feel quite the same way in return.
I mean just once, like only once, it'd be sweet if the two correlated.
[First person to mention men, women, love, relationships or the appendix wins a sour cherry lollipop.]
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Do you think they're just waiting for you to finally say something that will support their actions - rather than give true advice?
What have you often wondered about, but never quite been able to work out?
When neither conversation with an elder, nor a book, google, or wikipedia (or any other source of supposed wisdom *ahem*) would give answers. When you give up and sigh in defeat while muttering
"I just don't get it!".
I'd love to know how it's possible, every few years, to meet someone whom you instinctively know is perfect for you in almost every single way, and yet time and again while, the few you who ever-so-rarely utterly rock your little world, and whom you start thinking of as the perfect mothers of your future kids, and the perfect girls you can rule the world with, never feel quite the same way in return.
I mean just once, like only once, it'd be sweet if the two correlated.
[First person to mention men, women, love, relationships or the appendix wins a sour cherry lollipop.]