WHY I HATE USELESS Women

2024 Author: Harry Day | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 15:43

Author: Alice Augenblik, psychologis

Why do you think I hate useless women? Do you think you weren't like that yourself? It was, of course it was! How it was!

But one day, I paid taxes.

Paid taxes for the quarter, 500 thousand.

Then I translated the tritson for mom.

Then dad had to dvatson.

Then she transferred half a dollar to the apartment.

And sixty had to be transferred for the office too.

Then Pfr and the second part is snot, okay.

Then it was necessary to look for material at the warehouse, and a cubic meter of wood arrived - a spot.

To translate to an accountant, done.

Set aside for business expenses.

Transportation costs - tweet.

Do not forget the payroll fund.

Men, like you, DO IT ALL PULL?

Then it would be necessary to go to the courses, fix the brains, plan at least 300 thousand. Probably later.

Refresh the look? - NEE, I'd better put aside the money for the project, what if something pops up there?

And then, of course, it pops up: rent of the site 64, rent of tables - 15, add. the instructor is 11, do they want a leader? The minimum is 40, and this will not be the first grade! The paint has dried, the driver's license was taken away for a year, who will make the deliveries !?

Damn, damn, damn! Unilever owes me a trice, well, emana, they buy tea for their department with these grandmothers, well, what kind of attitude? The neighbors in the office are calling, whispering, they say, the cops have come, everyone is taking pictures, and they say that this is what you are doing here? Slowly you turn gray, go to the office, withdraw the amount.

You solve the project. You handle deliveries. You give money to shoulder straps. Going home.

And now, the end of a beautiful day comes, I nervously scratch my convolutions, because according to statistics, every month I jump, then 700, then 600, then 800, but it shouldn't be that way, the business should be profitable, otherwise what kind of a loshara are you, 2 +2 can't mix? What kind of professional are you? You're a courier! Timoshka! You are not sleeping and you are already spinning around on your bed, convincing yourself that you are not a courier and that you will drink some more juice in your neighborhood, you will also prove to yourself and your loved ones that it’s not shit.

Then you jump out like a rocket, start walking around and thinking how little time you have to clean the code on the site, read about optimization, about social networks, about sales and marketing, about php, about the properties of vinyl and formulas of reagents and photo lighting. Look for a canvas supplier. Printers. Transport services. Franchise opening options. You look at your competitors and are surprised - they sew at home and cook porridge! Painting sneakers and art team building! What kind of professionals are you? Why are they even bought?

And you remember how awful it was on your set - how uncoordinated it was. What a shame! Is this how services are rendered? And what is the picture? A shame!

You try to turn shame into experience, you make sure it's time to go to bed. Then you come back and read again. Then you think that you are a full bottom, friends have five hundred projects, and you are so, a sump, an artisan, Proshka-fool, a beggar in mind!

The morning of a new day is coming …

And so, after all this shit, I have a question …

Guys, how are you, IN GENERAL Pull IT ALL ????? Look, how is that possible?

Yes, if during this whole string, in the evening, at home, in the lawful recreation area, a heifer would meet me with a complaint that we do not eat lobster - I would give her a kick!

If a chick suddenly complained to me that I didn’t buy her a new iPhone, I would buy an ultra new iPhone and give her a box, and then take a selfie with her and give a new phone to the bum.

If a heifer walked at my house and complained to her friends on the phone in difficult situations that a villainous fate makes her pay for the manicure herself, I would parachute to a kind, gentle mistress and buy her an ultra new iPhone.

This is me to all those men who plow.

In short, men, like this, once I joined your ranks. Where responsibility and honest truth live.

We are taught how to pull money from you by cunning, and more, how to hint not directly - but by chance, you know, with cunning. Slowly suck, stick out, speculate on femininity and PMS, on weakness, openly lie, cry, yell, extort.

We are not taught to be a partner in life - they are taught to be an enemy. Because if I cooked you some soup, you already owe me for all this, and you are my enemy until you pay.

Like this. Such a truth.

Yes, I remember these conversations. Ashamed. Disgusting.

And then.

Then, I see lost men, with empty, sucked eyes, without strength, without age, without desires, without a body, who were betrayed and deceived.

Who would like to lie down and hear in the evening - "yes you are stunned what a fine fellow, dude."

Who, in the end, heard: "You are a worthless husband, a bad man and not a billionaire!"

In short, yes, such shit. And I saw it and was stunned.

And then I realized that this is how my brother, my second brother, my father lived. And this is a kapets that I cannot influence in any way. And this is speculation, extortion, degradation and slavery.

My dear men! Believe me, spin as a snake, read, develop, do not stop.

Raise your nose to the wind and cross yourself, prepare for the fact that your merits will never be noticed.

Everywhere you are wrong, and everything is not enough for them, and the food on the table falls from heaven, served by the holy spirit. And the roof over your head is not with your hands, but by the will of fate.

Just don't let, don't let your eyes go out.

And remember, we will live in this mode until the end of our days, until death or an iPhone do you part.