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This elderly lady went to the doctor for a check-up. Everything checked out fine.
The old lady pulled the doctor to the side and said, "Doctor, I haven’t had sex for years now and I was wondering how I can increase my husband’s sex drive."
The doctor smiled and said, "Have you tried to give him Viagra?"
The lady frowned. "Doctor, I can’t even get him to take aspirin when he has a headache," she claimed.
"Well," the doctor continued, "Let me suggest something. Crush the Viagra into a powder. When you are giving him coffee, stir it into the coffee and serve it. He won’t notice a thing."
The old lady was delighted. She left the doctor’s office quickly.
Weeks later the old lady returned. She was frowning and the doctor asked her what was wrong. She shook her head.
"How did it go?" the doctor asked.
"Terrible, doctor, terrible."
"Did it not work?"
"Yes," the old lady said, "It worked. I did as you said and he got up and ripped his clothes off right then and there and we made mad love on the table. It was the best sex that I’d had in 25 years."
"Then what is the problem, ma’am?"
"Well," she said. "I can’t ever show my face in McDonald’s again."
Hello,
it’s just me again, writing away, saying "Hi". I’ve been kinda-busy at
work and it’s totally draining me. However, I did manage to have a good
weekend. Saturday, I didn’t do much. I don’t think and I went out for
breakfast, which was a refreshing change, eating breakfast is great. I
should do it more often, because it’s the most important meal of the
day you know…
Well, it’s not that I have nothing to do in
the weekend, I have plenty of things to do. Lots of design to be done,
a whole infomation to be explored, I could read, I could listen music,
I could cook, I could even clean up the house. Oh my god…Cleaning?
It’s not that I don’t have anything to do, it’s just that I don’t have
anything that I feel wanted to do. Does that make sense?
How’s your weekend?…
When I was four years old, my daddy can do anything. Five years old, my daddy knows a whole lot. Six years old, my dad is smarter than your dad.
Twelve years old, oh, well, naturally, Dad doesn’t know anything about that. He
is too old to remember his childhood. When it’s fourteen years old, I
don’t pay any attention to my dad. He is so old-fashioned. Twenty-one
years old: Him? My Lord, he’s hopelessly out of date.
Twenty-five years old, Dad knows about it, but then he should, because he has been around so long.
Thirty years old,maybe we should ask Dad what he thinks. After all,
he’s had a lot of experience. Thirty-five years old I’m not doing a
single thing until I talk to Dad.
Forty years old, I wonder how Dad would have handled it.
He was so wise. Fifty years old: I’d give anything if Dad were here now
so I could talk this over with him. Too bad I didn’t appreciate how
smart he was. I could have learned a lot from him.
"I
found myself sitting curled up in the bed, following every movement
seen through the curtains in my lit-up window. I knew my hope was
there, and the knowledge caused me excruciating pain. It was a cold
night, and once in a while it would drizzle.
I
said to myself: "I know I am a sane, well-adjusted, responsible adult.
What in the world is happening to me? Have I totally lost my mind?" And
yet, I continued sitting in for hours. A force larger than myself held
me hypnotized to the light. I have never in my life felt so close to
madness."
"Although
I knew that it was over, I still had very strong feeling towards
things. I knew that I looked like a bag lady; my nose was red from a
cold, my hair was unwashed and greasy. I think I simply went mad and
started crying uncontrollably. I’ve never cried like that in my life. I
felt I was going out of my mind."
"I
tried everything in an attempt to gain some control over it, but
nothing works. I don’t think I can live with this pain much longer."
Even when people who experience extreme jealousy have enough self
control not to resort to actual acts of violence, they often fantasize
about it. These fantasies have a way of calming me down, even if I know
I will never carry them out."
How could me asking
for happiness, I thought to myself. Didn’t I say that best one could
expect was a return to "common unhappiness?" Yet my yearning was
heartfelt. How could I possibly address it without being misleading?
"I’m not crazy!" What should I do?
Be
myself. People generally are smart enough to deal with me on the basis
of observed behavior and to form ongoing opinions based on that. I need
not specify whom or what. Under no circumstances should I say negative
things about Mr. Manic.
Keep
my head above the din and people will respect me for having grace under
pressure. Remember that just because someone is a jerk to me does not
require me to be a jerk in return.
But in some ways I’m unlucky. Not knowing what’s ahead, or not
believing I deserve or can create a better future, leads to a sense of
fear and feelings of stress. It drains energy and motivation.
Since
small I have been taught that I’m powerless, that the future is just
going to happen on its own. That can give rise to enormous amounts of
anxiety, dread and anger, and frequently leads to the brand of
hopelessness widely known as depression.
In reality, people can
create the future they want. I sees my life work as restoring to people
an ongoing, passionate connection to their dreams for the future.
Having
a sustained vision of a successful future allows one to carve lots of
mental paths to it, to actually live one’s way into it, step by step.
I
can achieve what I want in life only if I have a clear vision of where
I headed. The reason most people aren’t moving forward is that they
don’t even know where they are going.
If they are going
anywhere, it’s towards whatever they got programmed for, which is
essentially whatever their parents envisioned for them; they are not
even living their own life.
Successful people dare to aim for
the moon, believing anything is possible, while most people are taught
to settle. But that is the antithesis of the human spirit.
Still,
whole schools of thought are dedicated to the idea that happiness comes
from lowering expectations and settling for what’s at hand. That is
more accurately the path to depression.
There are many people in
unsatisfying and even destructive relationships who are trying to
convince themselves or their partners are trying to convince them that
what they have is good enough.
Having
a complete vision of the future gives me a constant source of hope and
motivation. But, of course, the command to envision my future is far
too global to be of help. It’s likely to induce a brain freeze.
I
have to break the future into very specific component domains of
experience that, when totaled together, add up to my life, my physical
self, my social life, my career, my financial health, my emotional
life, and so on.
It is fine to want tomorrow to be good and to expect that it will be. When this is what I mean by hope, there is no problem.
All too often, however, people offer words of hope when I’m feeling bad to help me accept those feelings.
In
my view, I should not passively give up today. Such giving up follows
from the belief that events themselves are good or bad, rather than
that my views make them good or bad.
I’m waiting to live put off
today in exchange for tomorrow. Work and play are states of mind. I
won’t learn that as long as I think I should delay gratification.
Waiting is mindless. It suggests that there is no way to enjoy what is being done at the moment.
By
the way, fellows blogger, I will be on a holiday from being blogging
for some time. I hope in this period of time, everyone out there is
having a great time. Wish to see your back, when I blog gain…
You named him what? Today’s
parents seem to believe they can alter their child’s destiny by picking
the perfect, preferably idiosyncratic name.
While a name may be
a palimpsest for parental aspirations, a name also reflects high hopes
for the child himself. Choosing an uncommon name is perceived as an
opportunity to give your child a leg up in life, signaling to the world
that he or she is different.
There are names you probably don’t
think about at all the equivalent of a black suit. And there are busy
purple scarves of names, names that cannot be ignored, that must be
reckoned with.
"People are always going to ask me why I am named
EeLeen. And they are probably going to assume I am Elaine, whereas I’m
not."
Whether people swoon over or even disdain my name is
beyond my control. Ultimately, self-esteem and the esteem of the world
dictate the degree to which I hold my name dear. Like my vocation or
hometown, they tout their name as a distinguishing mark if it "fits."
If
it doesn’t, they might say that, like an inaccurate horoscope, I don’t
believe in that stuff anyway. They’ll change their name, disregard it
or consider it just a synonym for me.
I‘mHave
I ever sat down and asked what I seeks on the outside that I’m not
getting on the inside? Do I have time for myself? Do I talk and listen
to others? Am I kind enough to others, and supportive? Do I have fun
with poeple around me?
In our narcissistic
culture of surfaces, be straightforward in our approach, speak the
truth, be soft, gentle, polite, try to forget and forgive, see good in
a person, if possible, try to acknowledge the good, tell clearly what
you do not like, talk sensibly, listen with compassion and sensitivity,
reach out, touch, accept your faults.
Admit when you’ve made a
mistake, tell clearly what you want. Wait for your turn, say “sorry”,
say “thank you”, be grateful, learn to respect and reciprocate small
gestures of concern, kindness, compassion and humanity, children are
God’s best gift to mankind.
Love them without spoiling them with
too much or too little attention, learn to understand quietness, do
your best to help, in being good, don’t forget, like everyone else, you
too are a human being and are likely to falter.
"I learn this through my life of journey for this over 22 years, since I was born & I’m still learning. I was forced to think about things most of the time. It was exhilarating.”
Just
imagine myself on the receiving end of an approval seeker. Picture
myself discussing a business deal with such a person. He uses big
words, he keeps running his fingers through his hair and he isn’t
really listening to me. More than that he seems disingenuous; in fact,
his smile looks phony too. I walk away seeing right through him, and I
wonder who he truly is.
Money is power. MoneyMoney is not easily obtained by honest means. If
you are a salaried worker, you are not likely to become rich even if
you work like a dog until the end of your career. The fastest way to
become rich is by illegal means such as stealing, robbing, swindling,
trafficking in drugs or kidnapping someone for ransom. So, the
excessive love of money can lead one to do evil deeds. There are many
examples to support the truth of this statement.
There are many people who resort to stealing to get money. They
may steal goods, valuables and money. They may swindle others with all
sorts of get-rich-quick schemes. They may kidnap somebody and demand a
very high ransom.
They may even go to the extent of murdering someone to get an inheritance or their insurance money. Such
people, driven by the desire to become rich, are not in the least
bothered about the suffering they may cause others. So, you can see
that the love of money can be the root of all evil.
There
have even been instances of children abandoning their aged parents just
because they are unwilling to part with some money to take care of
them. They have forgotten how much love, energy, money and time
their parents have lavished upon them. There are stories of men who
insured their wives’ lives and then murdered them just to get the
insurance money.
Apart from this, there
are syndicates which capture young children, break their arms and legs,
let the broken bones mend badly and, after that, use these pitiful
children for begging purposes. Another example is politicians who,
after becoming leaders of their countries, have stolen so much of their
country’s wealth that their people forever live in abject poverty. All
these examples clearly show how many people are willing to stoop just
because of their love of money.
Are you one of them?
