Most of all I am angry at myself when I was angry again about people, childless singles or couples, or couples who may have a child or two, when I seen that they were condescending, if not scornful glances if I do not even more relevant collected sayings, because with me, not everything so beautifully dressed, cleaned, done on time, as where. Wegens or whatever, they spied against me.
Then I have to first again remember how glad I am that my boys are there, that too many of these people just need one, look down to the them, especially since I was anriecht (perhaps even in a double sense) sounds, who can see, and sees that I have a spiritual life and care that not adopt those.
It is not just their desire to feel any better, and the savor, but there's - when the childless anyway usually the displaced usually envy itself to have no - otherwise those envy of just this for them not graspable behind from which they feel, even if they know nothing else about me (want) that there must be a wealth, the measure could not even if they tried, what they befleißigen anyway wisely not even usually to sit down.
That one then, only with a sleeping bag, his bottle of himself and his mind alone in the dunes of a North Sea island could aufbilden more world in and of itself, is worth more than all their Audis and waxed Erten inputs, their flights to Majorca, even also their social Geachtetsein that they suspect that she brings to her not laughing malice.
That because of things I learned that can buy his money in the world, sometimes in dreams about Kamchatka and the Kuril Islands to Japan flies, also probably in the spirit of times during the day, created his mind so that it can always aufbilden cosmos without that it cost just one euro cent, he even his Swiss army knife does not bring on the plane that that there, this distorted Loser, they often hold still for a jerk because he was still in his hardly contestable intelligence and eloquence, it brought even to decent Versicherungsvetreter that as a still possess the temerity to rise merrily before their eyes on his bike unbäuchicht, time off, obviously, but also the skill for it still to respect not only the traffic but at the same time also still concocting his latest, not politically correct texts to reflect on semantics and word formation, in short, that fetch because such edge-employed, mostly undaunted, still the best bread in the city, if he can not even bake time is, and in his to pack knapsack disengaged: she likes very vexed.
Oh, because if he were a woman, a widow, at least, and to pity the decent!
No, this may sometimes be a little bruised, but ultimately inflexible cheeky chap is quite undoubtedly a man who can, at all the humiliation, brash, but not decrease, before you even to the effect have to worry that he drives you to it doll, only attaches a hard look, and it reached him sometimes quite, two or three sentences, possibly might be nothing but a crushing sentence by itself, by the way, contrary to what one did not object more, which would take a long time.
SO A is free as WE!
Unbearable!
Not even his boys who have to grow under such a wayward creature, look particularly unhappy or neglected!
Unbearable!
And heath or something like that, he is also. It does not even seem to be a decent faith that can go on it again and again!
Unbearable!
Why am I writing this?
I want it. All those in a similar situation, not a whole book, but also explain in brief, as is my nature, what drives people to their looks, their taunts, their Lästertum
What you understand, so you can cope better.
If only one of those reading this text and thus it is a little helpful for you, I have not written in vain.
Others may also think about.
We are not anti-social.
(Which reminds me: Lately it's "dissocial" I saw this substitute word after all recently in the newspaper where you know generally what they say, "Asozial" is now probably too antisocial Something tells not one I but.... "you" not the word comes here still altangestammten his honor.)
Tags: stupid liar
Dear Magnus,
I have no idea how to express my appreciation and my respect for you, so I just say thank you! You write from the soul. Keep it real, make it up! Because even in the deepest dungeon you're a thousand times more free than the brainwashed, standard-compliant remaining 99%
with best wishes from Ascheberch
Florian
@ Florian
"Ascheberch"? - Well, at least I know the real name of the town where I also met my wife still crucial, the mother of my children ...
How do I give readers hummingbird answered in connection with the obituary of my late friend James, I know in this case that "you" is not really something to write.
Totally "uncool".
Since we, lone men but, unless clearly, we would not have much money and high reputation, are treated as the lowest dregs of society, of all, too many, however, which must in turn many are not even aware of, and this kind so much as above, into the light.
I know that it was made thousands of similar.
One must just fill times.
That's no fun, you know exactly how ridiculous you look in front of a large part of the always cool, so-called colleagues, including other still makes, their ostentatious "coolness" is rooted but either actually in bare cold, or they really sailor, who need this tank, in order to feel safe.
"It is so" emo ", so stupid that he writing down something like that!"
Yes, they like to laugh, this hero.
I know still more from them than they from me.
But the fact they come in all its coolness not.
Cold makes namely also rigid, and therefore stupid.
LG to Ascheberch