About money and men

You can consider my words a kaming-out, but until recently I also believed that a real man is the one who pays for everything. She was covered with feminism, considered herself a proud independent woman, but secretly hoped that the one who pays for everything would come. And I had a quote from the film “Black Cat, White Cat” - “If the girl has debts, I will pay them.”

As two fundamentally opposite philosophy got along in my head, I am only now surprised. A man, as a miner, the breadwinner and in life should be for the fact that I am a princess and suffered. And with ***** [why], dear princesses, should he? We will be honest and look at ourselves from the side. There are beautiful, yes. But the responsible payer is waiting for the ugly too. And old, young, and grumpy, and mental, and healthy, like mares, and with health limit, sane and e **** [strange]. Everyone, everyone literally waits for a prince, beautiful, educated, noble, blowing an apology, and a daddy with a wallet. For - “these lousy intellectuals” were sick. " If the guy has a profession such as a teacher, prefer a rotten to the boss, who, in spite of the teacher, is lucky to Canaries. And the teacher begins to thump. I preferred money, not humor and care.

Yes, we still confuse care and payment. Caring is when you got sick, and he runs to the Magaz with your list, where the tampaxes are mixed with vitamins, and the payment is: on, kisun, you have the money and do not fright my brain, buy everything yourself.

I can understand where I picked up this infection. From a poor childhood. From the hungry years, when a soup was collected for a plate by a neighbor Aunt Nina Hololeenko Colorado beetles from the garden. When everyone wore beautiful fashionable T -shirts with monkeys, and I dressed in general in the style of “x *** know what” - fashionable among the boarding style of clothing. I always wanted to get rich, but did not know how. And in my dreams I always distributed money. That is, even in my thoughts I did not linger with me.

It took a long and financially uneven life to realize that the money is always located. Always. First, the idea - why do you need them. And if the idea is suitable and truly yours - money falls on your head with the most sudden customs. Checked the thousand times.

Money does not need to want a lustful lust, otherwise they will be frightened and will bypass, as normal men avoid women very preoccupied with marriage. We must practice living without money at all to understand that life is going without them. A lot of things can be handed over, having friends, ingenuity and working hands. Sometimes money only spoils a good idea. And the ability to maneuver on life bumps with a hole in your pocket is a cool and cheerful talent. You become damn smart, you invent a hundred and one way to survive fun. If we accept the absence of money as a philosophy, and not as a curse, the money themselves will look at you with lust and ask the question: “And x ** [what] she divorced such a violent activity without us? We have to go, there is such a movement, there is a good event. ” And carefully knock on my party like that: "Let go to the night." Popying our everything about “the less a woman we love”, I want to add - do not cyclic about money. Do not have high hopes for them. If you come up with a cool project and ask for money, immediately write on a piece of paper and in the head options: with money and without them. And without money, the option will be much more interesting. Yes, you will not buy sophisticated equipment, but you will take thanks to the old garbage from a neighbor-inventor and surprise everyone.

I always scold those who whine. So I could do such a cool thing, but I have no money. I give Pendal and say: your idea is not twisted, not thought of. If she was ready in your head, everything would have been spinning, and the money would be in line to you. But you yourself limited yourself, set the barriers, repeating like a mantra: "I would do it, but I can’t."

Almost everything that is in my life today, I do without money. All projects are non -profit and humanitarian. They bring happiness to people and me, first of all. And I always do only what makes me happiness. Communication with people is part of my formula of happiness. And this is not necessary for this. You just need to come up with a model how money serves my ideas. And I myself do not need a lot to life. I am not a little thing or a fashionista. I am not a gourmet or FIFA. I need a lot of vegetables in Paris once a year, live in a hostel with students. The rest is. And the money is.

Let's get back to men. Most recently, I rolled the garden in my head, tearing out weeds from there with the root like thoughts "He will come and pay for everything." No. If we talk about the man of my dreams, then he has long turned from a stamped “wealthy” into a conscious one. With which we will look for money for an interesting life together. Because he owes me anything. My debts are my karma. If the rich marries a beggar, there will be two beggars. For the poverty consciousness is corroded. And if he pays all debts, it is unlikely that your independence will be so indestructible and integral. You have to be honest to the end. Independence is not an arrogant look and knowledge of the Convention on Human Rights. Independence is when you have your own life, interesting from morning to night. And he shares it or simply observes from the outside - has the right not to separate. But this is not what he paid for everything and you now owe him. He paid with the comments "this is for you this all X **** that you are doing." He paid, and then swelled with the guild of the rich, while you alone drag the purchases home. It is much more fun to quit 100 rubles for a common cause and feel equal to investors than to be an appendix to the oligarch. Attachment, stand, litter, someone inferior.

There are isolated cases when a rich man is so imbued with the interesting life of his poor bride, which completely consciously becomes an investor, publisher, partner, someone else. But ... they dreamed and enough. Now wipe the saliva and run to the hall, the princess. Skip a flabby ass. Not in order to get the aging daddy, but to make the rolls in good shape and on their spring, you ran about your business yourself, searched and extracted the money yourself. And she was enjoyed by life for any amount. And stop dreaming. No one will pay for you.

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