Thoughts

I think it was also a movie… “In bed with the enemy” or something like that. I haven’t seen that one. But I see it everywhere around in real life. In which you can swear that the two had taken a vow to hunt each other, for better or for worse, until death do them part.

The dictator-woman. She doesn’t have a mustache, but she has the lead. She knows everything; he knows… nothing. Nothing the right way. What do you mean, the right way? I mean, the way she does things, what’s so hard to understand? The table is to be set up in a certain way, the T-shirts to be folded in a certain way, the carpet must be vacuumed from left to right, the slippers for inside the house are slippers for inside the house, the ones for the balcony are slippers for the balcony, what’s so hard to understand for God’s sake?

I keep hearing that trust has to be earned. That you have to trust step by step, see if the other one is worth it and, and, as you get to know each other better, you trust a little more. Until one day, when you trust him completely. If you ever get there.

I’m lucky when it comes to old people. I always have been. The cool, unspoken ones.Who, when I stand in line or wait for someone, stop with the dog next to me and tell me what it was like in the war, how they endured famine, how they fell in love in their youth and give me a piece of funny wisdom that makes me cry and hug them. Anyway, most of the time they’re the funniest ones, and I love to listen to them.

I love you so much that I can’t help but check your phone. Ah, yes, and your Facebook and Insta. And I looked in your wallet a few times to see if you weren’t hiding money from me. In the beginning, I didn’t care, but now I love you so much I can’t help myself.

You want it all, don’t you? Love, bro, what else? Of course, you want it, who doesn’t? With rainbows and snouts of happiness, with unicorns and stardust, with a heart that tries to come out of the body? Very good!

Once upon a time…There was a time, long ago, when NO was NOT an option. At least not in my head. How can I refuse to help? I was giving away pieces of myself like a grocery store. On credit. Cause I didn’t even have all the pieces. But I gave them away, and then I had to get them somehow.

We live as if we have more lives than a stray or Siamese cat. We skip stages; we lose opportunities, we make fun of chances, and we postpone enjoying our lives because we have all the time in the world. Well, what do you think? We don’t. Unless you’ve discovered the secret.

I think everyone knows what they can come to terms with during this life. What can we live with. And with what not. But sometimes, it’s hard to draw that line. To distinguish between what should be sanctioned with a yellow card and what with a red one. For life. But you’d better find out. Sooner.

It’s sad to spend them with the wrong person! I wanted to write this post near the holidays, but no one would have believed me. Because before Christmas, everyone goes crazy. At Christmas, you forget faster you are whole 1 and not a poor 0.5 trying to be completed by another at any cost. Usually too high.