Posts in Thoughts

Can a child carry the genetic information of his mother's previous partners? I've wanted to write about this for a long time, and then an opportunity came up.

Self-love is equivalent to the absence of self-hatred, it's a state of human consciousness that can be described as "simple" - devoid of self-flagellation, self-rejection on any level, constant self-reflection, self-criticism, self-punishment, and lack of self-respect.

Lately, a topic to which my consciousness periodically returns. I realized that shame, at some point in my life, firmly and quite conveniently settled around my neck, taking control of practically every aspect of my life.

First of all, it's important to reset. I mean, completely. To the point where you realize that often, the boss's criticism is manipulation. I believe that subordinates (and really, no one) should be scolded, especially not every day – it only makes them work worse.

Happiness is… …how we see the world, not what the world puts under the Christmas tree for us. We are so dependent on external conditions. One moment something isn’t right, the next we feel we’re missing something.

I read an article describing mothers who once did things in raising their children and now "deny" their responsibility... Almost all the comments on the post angrily expose such parents who are unable to acknowledge to themselves how monstrously they sometimes treat their children, as if pretending that nothing of the sort ever happened...

I was very close with my mother, and her way of punishing me was always by […]

Have you ever told yourself, "Let me think about it" or "I need to think about it"? And how often did you actually "think about it" afterward? For me, never.

For two days, I carried around the idea of writing a full post-article about "There should be some mystery in a woman," but decided not to go through with a full labor — I’ll just say it briefly.

I started recalling unpleasant events from the past related to my former colleagues. These events always make me shudder and strive to quickly forget it all over again. Even now, almost three to four years after all of this, it feels like yesterday to me, and it's awful, disgusting, humiliating, and many other epithets.