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Some people have everything come easily to them, others have to work their butts off in order to succeed. They tick off failures along the way but not all of them are easy to shake off. Sometimes there comes a breakdown which forces you to hide away from the world to allow the wounds to heal. It doesn’t mean surrender, it’s merely another stage of the fight. To me personally, love constitutes the biggest challenge in life. It is the meaning of life, it gives the world colours and flavour. It’s the only thing we have in our memory when leaving this world. And money? It doesn’t mean a thing, it comes and it goes. And even though very often do I need to work my head off to get it, it’s not the main focus of my life. The same applies to material things – I can’t even count all the times when I had something just to lose it moments later. That’s why you mustn’t get attached to them. The fear that makes you unable to breathe Everything’s easy to do. Sometimes labour-intensive, but...

Why won’t I ever go on a date? Because I’m scared. Not that I don’t think about it sometimes, not that I sometimes wouldn’t like to try to be happy with someone again. But I’m simply scared. And in addition I feel repulsed – repulsed by lies. Lies when it comes to attention and interest in you, lies in glances, lies in the touch, kiss and intimacy. Everything that should be sincere, constitute a combination of magic and chemistry between two people, is tainted with lies. It’s not lust, only a quick quenching of appetite. It’s not looking for someone with whom we’ll feel good, but seeking a moron that we can manipulate and exploit. Whom you can thoroughly hurt with your lies and move on as if nothing had happened. Gentlemen, what do you need Tinder for? I’m never going to be a toy in someone’s hands again. A trusting toy with only good intentions. A toy that gets damaged and then thrown out to trash. I won’t even mention the fact of obtaining a few incredibly persistent ...

I had a few days off from writing because - first of all - I like to have some time to mull over the thoughts I want to pass on to you. I love the time when my texts mature inside of me. When I observe, research, talk to people and put my thoughts into words. The second reason is much more down to earth: I have a never-ending problem with my dog. Hind-legs paralysis, bedsores and now… loose poop. My dog is trying to make up for the loss of muscles and I think because of that has overeaten a little. I’m a good dog mum so I didn’t protest - and now my existence mainly consists of washing off poop from the floor, the dog and myself. Several times a day. So you understand. By the way, I didn’t realise that poop makes you think about life this much. Comfort instead of risk My conclusions from observing my nearer and further surroundings are that people around me are nothing but cowards. They are not capable - beware, now I’ll use the oldest and most overused motivational...

Madonna-whore complex is a sexual dysfunction described by Dr. Keith D. Renshav, a psychoanalyst. It is characterized by an ambivalent attitude of a man towards woman’s nature. There are two models of a woman coexisting in the mentality of a man: a Madonna – respectable, virtuous, an ideal wife and mother, and a whore – sensual, promiscuous, accessible, treating sex as fun. This attitude, according to Renshav is quite common in the culture of the West and may be a result of the upbringing, castration anxiety, mistrust towards women and double standards. The equivalent of this syndrome in women is the knight-debauchesex, e complex. I’ll tell you, my dear gentlemen, the truth. We women have exactly the same libido. I shall even risk saying that it’s much higher. We don’t have to worry if it is erected, if it is erected enough, if we can have sex long and often enough. Nor – complex no.1 – if my dick is big enough. What worries us at most is sometimes the size of our bust or celluli...