Last spring my baby-girl arranged a date for her parrot with a male parrot of the same race: the aim was a marriage if they liked each other... (I dreaded it: two parrots of this race in a flat... and I have grounds to suspect that the whole hen house will land on my lap sooner or later...) But this one was completely wild and couldn’t behave, so there was no marriage that time. Lucky me!!!
…unconscious right now… but tomorrow will try and start a thread that no one would answer to.
With my typical luck the threads that I’d like to participate in, end before I have time to write something… Or I’m just too tired to think in English…
But it’s good that you are holding this forum alive… I usually read one and another thread if the posts are not too righteous. So you’ve got at least one reader.
If I understood right – in your terms you are not a rich man, ie you cannot buy 5 cars or house á 100 rooms. Hence, you can’t know what you would and what you wouldn’t do if you were rich (in your terms)
By the way, how come you know what so many people are dreaming about?
I man has been brought to a hospital with a knife between his shoulder blades… While he was waiting for the medical attention, one of patients asked him: “Does it hurt?”
My ex has broken his rib three times, actually the very same rib. According to the doctors he consulted, there’s not much to do, but rest, take it easy and wait. But my advance: do X-ray picture after some while, even if your doctor wouldn’t send you to do it, or especially if he/she wouldn’t do it, to be sure that the broken place has properly healed.
Sure, only an oil sheikh can be realistic, entertaining and be able to pay for his dinner, as that are my expectations and demands. Can’t know what expectations and demands other people have got. Hence, cannot fulfil them.
There are things that are not at all bad or useless that I can easily give away: some of the textbooks from university times, economic history... brrrrrr... or my rowing machine (don’t know if it’s right name in English) as, as things are now, I’m not sure whether I’ll be able to use it again.
And there are some things that are not useful in any way, but that I don’t want to separate with, as my samovars. Though I’d drop them without second thought if I’d have to choose, of one or another reason, what things to keep.
Irreplaceablities, as photos and books in Russian, I’ll drag with me until death will part us.
As to the main question... I certainly cannot know what my things say about me to other people.
I took my mobile from my purse for recharging and though that it would be good if my baby-girl would phone me right now when I wasn’t that busy – was cooking rice and eggs for fish and prawn salad.
And as soon as I left the kitchen – she phoned!
The spiritual massage was: “Mama, send some money” though she didn’t say it straight out. But I understood nonetheless and asked: “How much?”
Looks like you allow them to execute an emotional blackmail upon you. Sorry, I can’t give any advice in a situation like that, as I never would allow such a situation to arise in my life in the first place.
And I doubt that you actually help them when you tolerate their blackmailing.
I draw the line when I feel uncomfortable to say “yes”. My contacts are grouped into family, friends and acquaintances.
I’d do everything for my family, and it seldom feels uncomfortable. It’s as to help yourself.
The same way I feel when I help my friends – I do it because I feel for it, because I care for them and for our friendship. And frankly, my friends have never asked me to do anything that they knew I would be uncomfortable to do. And when I tell them “Sorry, but right now I have no time to talk, shall we do it tomorrow?” they understand. But that’s friends.
People that are acquaintances… there are reasons why we only are acquaintances, not friends, though we know each other for many years. I would never ask them to do for me something I know would cause them extra efforts, and I expect the same courtesy from them.
Your resources are not unlimited, and if you feel that phone calls take too much of your time and energy, then you can either continue to have it this way, or tell them the truth – that you ran out of your resources, that you’ve got your own life, and that you cannot save the whole world.
In my private life I have no difficulties to say “no” when I don’t want to do what I’ve been asked to, or when I know I wouldn’t have time for it. (Quite different matter when it’s your job – then you just have to do it, you like it or not.)
And in my private life I prefer to deal with people who can say “no” on my request. I won’t even wonder why they say “no” – a “no” is a “no”, period.
I don’t like to deal with people who really don’t want to do what you asked them, but say “yes” nonetheless. It can turn in a few different ways: for example, they will do for you what they agreed to do, but would hate it, and at the end they will blame you that you’ve taken so much of their time and efforts or demand of you to be grateful for what they’ve done for you. And these demands can stretch over many years; if you knew that they didn’t want to do you a favour, you’d instead ask someone else, or manage without their help in some other way.
Or it happens that people, who said “yes” without meaning it, would delay with their help infinitely, and it takes time before you’d understand that they really won’t do anything – you’re just losing your time. And again it’d be better for you to manage without them from the very beginning.
If I learned anything from this life… you can rely only upon volunteers.
…this Russian scammer who a few posts ago stole all her savings (5 Euro and some Xchange), which she wasn’t about to tolerate. So she hit him with the handle of the sluice opening mechanism, once to get her purse back, and the second time to get interest, and the third time for prophylactics, and the fourth time because she just liked it, and the fifth time for the Queen, and the sixth time for the Tricolour, and the seventh time for the ”Hotel California”, and the eighth time just out of pity to end his sufferings.
After the main work of her life done, she hurried to the beach, there she at once find a handsome under-blanket-exercise instructor who wore speedoo that day and was looking for someone to share his luck with…
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