Post-Holiday Aftertaste

May 9 to me is one of the main events of the year. Perhaps for many it is. Day when you go outside. Don’t be afraid to go home late. Feels like this date imposes some kind of moratorium on the vile manifestations of our natures. It is clear that the ugly is not going away, but its significantly less.

We heartily congratulate each other, regardless of whether familiar, smiling counter people. Shake hands, hug. Such a bright day. And look around – normal people – kind, smiling, courteous… And what do we not every day such cuties? You can’t say that it’s imaginary. No. This is the true genuine feelings. That is, in General we are good people, but it is a holiday and everything is back to normal.

And I always wondered why we have so hard time with emotional outbursts and so easy to make stuff? For example, we a hundred times will think before to tell the stranger the person the compliment, because – “damn, what will he think?”, “I will say that I am a sick man that”, “think glued” etc

And so can easily get nasty. We don’t think before that – “what will he think about my parenting? I was raised by parents idiots? And my parents are not gonna me to shame, keep” No, that’s not happening) We are rude, rude, without hesitation.

A compliment often remains unsaid. Although it’s great to tell a man that he looks for example. And when a woman looks great and is simply obliged to know about it. And she could hardly think – “that idiot/fool! I’m not for you Marafet induced!”

Just the rest of the day will surely feel confident and great.

Or here’s another way: the food in the subway and opposite the sitting man and trying to wrap my wrist with an elastic bandage. He is not really work, besides the right hand. And I think about to go, but to help him to bandage a limb after suffering people. But I can’t because terribly embarrassed and I feel terrible. Awkward and even the fact that he is sitting puffed up and nothing comes out, and from the fact that we sit and all see it and no one offered to help. And this is one of the most vile feelings. But at the exit door to pushshove Yes, in trace to say something – Yes, we can do that. Any awkwardness)

And that’s strange – because when you’ve done something good, helped a stranger, helped someone, I feel really good. It is an incomparable feeling. This does not happen when yelled at someone, got nasty. If it happens, it’s weird) Usually this ugly, oppressive feeling.

When you’ve shared something – material or not, just energy, or laughter, that bright feeling. This happens after the concerts: when in the beginning all is so cold and unapproachable, and at the end in unison, jump, sing, scream. There is a kind of unity. And you carry this light feeling and some time it’s still with you but passes quickly.

So let’s get sharing that light. The point to keep him inside? Perhaps that will illuminate a field of activity for our cockroaches, than they there were engaged.

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