Yesterday I found myself at the inn in succession at two generic yet sufficiently remarkable women who have a perhaps thirty, the other not much further.
That was black-haired, this blond, which. Both, where the creation was extremely generous, the more beautiful like, decide more experienced eyes than mine
Both were also quite educated and very eloquent.
And then it turned out to be hypocritical before the Lord: not to mention cheapest courtiers.
As the thinker but then asks: Why?
Ironically, women who still would find in hell in five minutes a brave Buhl (or maybe just maybe not?), Which protected them from the worse Argsamkeiten the devil to self-abandonment, it seemed to be necessary, the stupidest and most insolent rabble too well to be. (Which reminds me: There were two, not quite as nice, but still very significant, where it was no different, except that I was the probably somewhat lower intelligence and educational conversation looking no longer to check in mood or situation.)
What drives such loose women?
Why so little real self-esteem?
Only because it's so beautiful, even the last idiot to wrap around your finger and make jumping around in squares at will?
Or have some fear to be discovered but in the end perhaps as soon as they hit men, seek not only to look between the legs, and respected the women?
After all, this solution of the riddle is obvious, which of course does not mean that they must be correct or even partially correct.
Schopenhauer would have to probably said that just come out here if you are the woman, instead of knitting needles books in hand. But probably understood more on Poodle because of women.
Rabble addicted. So retaliatory addictive that do not break the rabble addiction.
No. Today no Mitleidensanfall.
Do they even see how they cope with it over time.
Second approach. Maybe they know deep down that they are binding on duration no man of real courage and formats know. (I did not feel rejected, a real Angrabe had not even tried.) That it therefore wisest to constantly keep warm as much rabble, on stock, so to speak, as only possible, not only for self-congratulation, but as a kind of protection.
In fact: If an upright is not Bruce Lee or Jet Li or Dietrich of Bern, he may at least ten to twenty piece rabble in doubt but must physically beware.
It may well be a question that you stick a whole stable Dobermans.
It's something else to keep dogs than people.
It is not the dog, just because you play a lot with dogs, this abrichtet.
If you constantly but you and you, as the colors from the rabble.
That is the price to be paid, at least, ladies.