Once upon a time... sports lager - youth in different kinds of sport gathered together by the powers in charge for 4 summer weeks. I (14) had a promising start (running short distance), he (15) had a promising push leg (high jump). We had climbed from windows after the "lights out" a couple of... well, a few times, to go to the nearest lake and swim. We could (and did) swim in it at day time, but it wasn't the same.
He was one of the team, that saw and chop the wood for the final camp fire. I was one of the team, that prepared food: cut bread and vegetables, threaded meat on the skewers.
We kissed a few times.
No, nothing significant. Mommy has nothing to worry about :)
Attempts been made a few times, but it takes two to the tango. If you ask yourself a few questions: like why this wonderful (according to them) person cannot meet someone in the place of their residence? The answer might be that they are not so wonderful after all. Or why are there discrepancies in their own narrative? The answer might be that the narrative isn’t their own, but a copy-pasting job.
I don’t know what kind of people do that and why, but suspect that they expect some kind of reward, monetary would be most obvious. If you don’t play their game, you can’t be scammed.
Everybody chooses for himself His religion, loyalties and women. Service to a prophet, or a demon, Everybody chooses for himself.
Everybody chooses on his own The word for loving and the word for praying, A dueling foil, a sword for dragonslaying. Everybody chooses on his own.
Everybody takes what fits him best In shield and armor, walking staff and sandals, In the final jury, judge and sentence, Everybody takes what fits him best.
Everybody chooses for himself, I, too, try the best I can envision. I blame no-one else for my decisions. Everybody chooses for himself.
Yury Levitansky (1976) Translated by Tanya Wolfson
There was a hype on the Russian part of net a few years ago, called "Pirozhok" (plural "Pirozhki"). A type of 4-liners that meets some special requirements, of with I remember only some:
* Iambic meter * No rhythm * No punctuation (I violated this one) * No capitals (I violated this one too) * No profanity
There was a lot of pearls, a total pleasure if you are into this type of literature. I am and I tried my pen too. Without success :)
That mean that women, who meet the current beauty standards, do indeed get a special treatment in certain circles. Or they hope for it.
They don't though change DNA, yet. And one of those women might one day give birth to a child, who'd mirror the mother's natural features. Surprise for a husband :)
You need some additional intangible assets like natural intuition, now called a skill to "read the room"; cunningness, a propensity to manipulate other people and so on, to be able to use your advantages in looks.
Then looks fade, but the other intangibilities remain and even develop. And it can turn out that they are more important for success :)
The Guardian had an article about the subject the other week. (Something a lot of Russian resistance was aware of a long time ago.) Tell them to sober up.
No, the new fad is "8 years". Understandable so, as the most of anti-vaxx propaganda originate from Russian troll farms and they are busy now with other subject.
Indeed, there's a lot that we don't know yet about this virus. It mutate so fast and the range of reaction on infection is very broad: from asymptotic to long-term effects to death.
I'm fully vaccinated (with the buster) and I'll take the fourth dose, if advised, as the available data suggest decrease of disease severity in vaccinated individuals.
"And even if it does become the dominant version of Omicron, it may not actually alter the trajectory of the pandemic in countries that have seen a big wave of BA.1. That's because there could be cross-immunity - an infection with BA.1 could offer some protection against BA.2.
It is one for the scientists to watch, rather than for the public to be alarmed about at this stage."
Even if a list of features, taken separately, seem attractive, it doesn't yet mean that you'd like the sum of them.
For me looks matter from the point that they tell the story about the wearer, more so as we age. A mug shot seldom says especially much, but a boring blog after a boring blog does. One also starts to wonder - even if briefly - about those people's choices: no job to attend to? no imagination or drift to maintain a hobby?
And then, as you said above, there's no light without shadow: you have to be prepared to compromise and adjust as everybody has some negative sides, both in appearance and character.
Well... right now NATO members are sending military aid to Ukraine. Do you think it takes two years to get it there?
Nonetheless, a lot of signs that Putin counted on a blitz krieg and miscalculated. Now it will be a full scale war with a lot of dead and injured people, not only combatants on both sides, but also Ukraine civilians.
A sick maniac Putin with a gang of lackeys brought so much tragedy to so many. I am chocked and sad and angry with helplessness.
Can be true for the good part of the Western world. The greatest part of the rest of the planet's population out there is struggling - and often failing - to get the necessities.
I tried once water skiing – fun and joy, but not for me: you need to be really fit. I thought, I was, but I wasn’t. Not for that.
Then I like the idea of surfing and parasailing. If an opportunity arises, I totally will try
PS I have a surfing-like experience from paddling: when you have strong tail wind, your kayak can be carried by a wave for long enough to call it surfing - a woowsie
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Once upon a time... sports lager - youth in different kinds of sport gathered together by the powers in charge for 4 summer weeks. I (14) had a promising start (running short distance), he (15) had a promising push leg (high jump). We had climbed from windows after the "lights out" a couple of... well, a few times, to go to the nearest lake and swim. We could (and did) swim in it at day time, but it wasn't the same.He was one of the team, that saw and chop the wood for the final camp fire. I was one of the team, that prepared food: cut bread and vegetables, threaded meat on the skewers.
We kissed a few times.
No, nothing significant. Mommy has nothing to worry about :)