these emotionally-charged pre-Easter days I want to tell you one sad story.
there was a single woman. To structured relations with men she couldn't because she had a lot of worked problems.
Friends she didn't have any and events in my life occurred.
the woman Lived in the city and the only outlet for her was that she went every week to the village to old mom for the weekend. That's all her events!
the woman had this super value − His Majesty having Sex, who attended the past few years, the woman often in my dreams!
And when the Internet came into all the houses, there were and her mates sex on the Internet, but this is a special category of people, a little “out” and moved on to new objects.
Woman have long lamented on this and shared with all the counter-cross his grief
Asked myself and other rhetorical questions:
- whether to block “ex”? – asked the woman at people though “ex” in reality this is not even met.
Once the woman got the idea that she – a Great writer.
she Began her trial with a few harmless posts on one of the portals.
these Posts have been about love of nature and his simple life.
Simple, cute and not pretentious, notes gained some success.
the Woman this was not enough and she started “to heat" of those who also had success Doing it that constantly complained to the administrators, the portal that supposedly the topic was not disclosed, a lot of personal examples, or, confusing, God is with the article, there are the real names of the participants.
And this woman, once crossed the line and become “foie Gras" of shamelessly stealing other people's ideas. So, she thought she was fighting with competitors.
Some really talented authors, I decided not to spoil their nerves and stopped writing his wonderful, deep meaningful stories, in favor of blatant mediocrity, and those that continued to write, infuriated woman with terrible force.
Not being able to cope with his anger, the woman was mouthing off to everyone who, as it seemed, interfered with her “the ascent to the Olympus of Fame”.
the Result was a very sad…
If not for the art psychiatrists, had a woman to sing in the house №6 in the company with Brigitte Bardot and the Wife of Napoleon, Josephine.
But don't worry. All ended well, the woman realized that she lives in an illusory reality, and the fact that you played dirty tricks to other people, happiness can not be built.
was the woman to spend more time among the people. Once traveled to a resort and met a real, not virtual man. That is when I realized the woman the simple truth that relationships with people should not be changed in "thirty" pieces of silver of betrayal for the illusion of “glory”
P. S. Here and fairy tales end. And who knows how events will develop further – real good!
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