Who prevents us from living

Sometimes people around you get in the way. Tired of unnecessary participation, attention, comments. How to be?

Sometimes, someone interferes with life. Addiction is generally humiliating. Hate weighs. But that’s not the point here – it’s impossible to breathe. The thought of loving one’s neighbor curdles like stale milk. You feel worthless or worthless. What to do?

There are different options. The point is, first of all, in the type and character of the one who does not allow breathing.

Idiot. He is closer to God in the absence of reason. Infallible. Unless he is gluttonous at your expense and curious at your expense. He is interested in how a person works, and you seem to him a specimen worthy of analysis. Takes apart in parts, like a child mechanical toy.

It is necessary to feed and joke stupidly, but subtly, because these are especially sensitive to pretense.

Chronophage * This is where arrogance comes in handy. The main thing is not to shade and not to complex. It is better to refuse a thin eight-hour conversation from the very beginning, citing at least business or an urgent meeting. It is possible for a spiritual simple and temporary loss of contact. On ill health and your own troubles, which you don’t want, don’t want to talk about. But only from the very beginning, because then it is difficult to get out of the details of someone else’s life. This will be associated with specific tactlessness and irreparable resentment.

Truth-lover. He is not life without the truth about you. For some reason, it’s all mostly unpleasant and vile. But not exclusively vile, but with seasonings. Here is the bitterness of your unfulfilled thoughts, and the fresh smell of an unfulfilled dream. Something like a salad, in which there is more regret than affection. This is more difficult.

How do I personally save myself? I confess, I agree, and I become completely hopeless. In addition to compassionate love with an admixture of contempt, he is no longer worthy of anything. Now you can get rid of this according to one of the previous scenarios.

The most difficult, it seems, did not name. There is still one who loves and accepts in everything. You don’t have time to say a word – you feel sad or laugh, depending on the movement of your lips. He understands perfectly. He lends money and never remembers. And if you remember, then offended. And if you are offended, then cries. If you smile out of nervousness, you can sleep from happiness.

Here is a dead end. Everything here is real, but only with a complete mismatch. Still – not realized by him exploitation. It is impossible to convict without feeling disgusting for the rest of your life.

It has to be dragged. Dragging and sweating, depicting lightness. There is only one philosophical rationale – we are all at least a little burden to someone. We will never know about it only because of the superdelicacy of the other, which even our intuition cannot penetrate.

Think it’s possible! And what if we burden our loved one too? And he, out of generosity and nobility, does not allow us to feel it. And he also drags the imposed love with a Mozartian smile. And we don’t suspect.

We live correctly: we carve divine bodies out of stone, we penetrate into the atom, we experience inspiration at the sight of accounting figures, we realize harmony from seven notes, we add words like no one else can. And he, let’s say, lives wrong. And our efforts for him are vanity and Sisyphean labor. Bored and doubtful every second. Likes something else. For example, shells and beetle acrobatics. Or: speed up your motorcycle in the rain. Well, we don’t match. Although he is pleasant to us with his abstract dream. And we burden him with our happy diligence. And he thinks from time to time, do not leave it? He can make us miserable so easily, but he doesn’t dare raise his hand. Honors and, perhaps, even loves the person in us.

This is possible even in a family union. But here the selectivity is more subtle and rigid. Nothing minor. The timbre of the voice, the smell, the fleeting antics, the unrequited predilection, the manner of dressing – everything can serve as a secret reason for breaking up. I’m talking about a man who caught us on the road and with whom, one way or another, circumstances connected. Pretending, of course, and in this case is not worth it. But even non-reciprocal love, according to the rules of the hostel, should be answered with affection. Otherwise, who are we left with?

* Chronophages – from other Greek. χρόνος – time and φάγομαι – I will eat; time wasters time wasters

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