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You will not read about the "aunt syndrome" in any medical reference book. Although in life it denotes a very real phenomenon: a state of despondency, grumbling, fatigue, multiplied by an extinct look, asexuality and unwillingness to dream. A kind of cocktail of negativity. And, alas, there are a lot of those suffering from this disease among us ...
Author's text:
Once upon a time there was a "aunt" in me! Not right away. At first, she allegedly "ran to visit just for a minute" to my easy, reckless, but at the same time strong, confident "inner girl".
This happened in the form of "suddenly-out of nowhere-taken" influx of thrift, striving for cleaning and washing. But the most important thing is in the form of grumbling at home, "that no one but me needs anything in this house." But the "inner girl" quickly expelled the late guest. And again it became easy and fun for everyone.
True, after the birth of her son, the uninvited guest began to look at me more and more often, hiding under the socially encouraged masks of a sense of duty and responsibility. After the birth of her daughter, the "aunt" moved to me for good. Rude and cynical. With all his belongings - sadness, blues, boredom, homeliness and excess weight. She conducted an audit in the house and with a firm hand threw the girl's wardrobe out the door and in a completely Pelevin style forbade wearing high-heeled shoes. When I timidly offered to go into a lingerie store, the "aunt" was relentless: "Where ?! My son has no jumpsuit!"
Every day she made more and more bold orders in the house, from which children began to laugh less often, friends - to visit, and her husband - to whisper all sorts of tenderness in his ear. But somehow, on a sunny spring day, something skipped a beat in my "inner girl": life became simply unbearable.
Having bought boots with heels and repainted in a fiery red color, I threw out of my house an evil fat household "aunt" with her borscht, grumbling, fatigue and a sense of duty. And she wrote for herself eight commandments to combat the syndrome of "aunt".
COMMANDMENT 1
Do everything with ease and love.
As the philosophers say, what is inside is outside. If you rejoice in the world, enjoy every minute of life, then outwardly you become beautiful, attractive: both for those around you, and for good luck. Your good mood, like circles on the water, extends to everyone around you. Only "aunts" forget that happy mothers have happy children, happy wives have happy husbands.
COMMANDMENT 2
Raise ladies' pleasures to the rank of vital.
Remember the song from the movie "Midshipmen, Forward!"
So what do we "make money" by pampering ourselves with various feminine things - perfumes from Chanel, thongs with rhinestones? Femininity! Charm! Coquetry! The ability to drive you crazy! No "aunt". Only the feeling that you are still hoo. Regardless of age!
COMMANDMENT 3
I don't owe anyone anything.
A whole section of psychiatry should be devoted to a sense of duty ("I owe", "I owe"). Classics of the genre: I hate to cook (wash, clean), but I have to. And instead of simply giving up unloved things, we force ourselves, getting irritated at everyone, turning into an embittered "aunt". Although "everything" has nothing to do with it: they didn't ask me to spend three hours in the kitchen to please them with a five-course dinner? You need to get rid of the belief, inspired from childhood, that without a nourishing borscht, the husband will run away, and the children will die of hunger! The heroine of the film "You never dreamed of" to the tediousness of the class teacher: "My girl, when you grow up, you will have a husband. You will understand how good it is when a person has a sense of duty" answered like this: "But in my opinion, only love has the right to rule everything. "
COMMANDMENT 4
I don't care what people say. The main thing is what I think of myself.
And you only need to think well of yourself. And if someone thinks differently, that's his problem. Only the "aunts" are worried about "what people say".
"Girls", like Castanedov warriors, "seek perfection only in their own eyes." A straight back, an easy gait, a raised chin: does anyone doubt that you are a goddess, a prosperous, flawless, happy woman? No! And, by the way, there will be less gossip afterwards.
COMMANDMENT 5
High heels and sexy outfits - yes! Shopping bags and shapeless clothes, even in the absence of a husband - no!
Did you know that the largest amount of lipstick is used ... you can't guess!
Women of the Arab Emirates. For a long time I could not understand why? They wear a burqa! It turns out that everything is simple! In Ukraine, women put themselves in order when they go to the street, to work, or to visit. They wear robes with their husbands, no hairstyles, no makeup - in general, we ourselves know.
And they have the opposite. For people, oriental ladies may not dress up so well, but at home - with a husband and loved ones - they look like queens. The golden rule, isn't it?
COMMANDMENT 6
If there is a choice between sex and cooking borscht, we choose sex.
Only the "aunts" say "no strength", "tired", "busy", "I don't want to." "Girls" include fantasy, leaf through "Kamasutra", are engaged in tantra, Taoist sexual practices, Arab dances. After all, you can cook borscht later. You can, after all, buy a soup set or invite a housewife. But do you want your husband to invite someone for sex too? ..
COMMANDMENT 7
Women's destiny is not to serve, but to inspire a man!
My father used to say that husbands do not leave wives who cook excellently and wash their shirts well. He had three (!) Spouses. Everyone cooked and washed perfectly ... He still did not understand a simple thing: a housewife and a wife are not the same thing. The first one is preoccupied with the economy, with a scoop and an apron. The second - knows how to "refine" everyday life, become a muse, a source of inspiration, a family brain center, in the end - everything, anything - just not an "aunt"!
COMMANDMENT 8
I am, and this is already enough for joy!
There is no other such and there will never be any! So, you must agree, it is criminally to feel unhappy, to kill in oneself with everyday, often far-fetched problems a unique individuality and turn into a bore!
So, having driven out the uninvited guest, I began to love and rejoice, rejoice and love again, sometimes doing crazy things (and shopping). I can spend my last money in a beauty salon - no remorse for a half-empty refrigerator. And, oddly enough, no one even reproached me for squandering, my husband only said with a mock reproach: "Oh, these women!" and stroked my luxurious red curls in love. I walk down the children's slide in white jeans with my little son and draw with chalk on the asphalt. Who said that adult women are not allowed to do this? "Aunt" ?! I mentally stick out my tongue and go ... roller-skating!
Author's text:
Once upon a time there was a "aunt" in me! Not right away. At first, she allegedly "ran to visit just for a minute" to my easy, reckless, but at the same time strong, confident "inner girl".
This happened in the form of "suddenly-out of nowhere-taken" influx of thrift, striving for cleaning and washing. But the most important thing is in the form of grumbling at home, "that no one but me needs anything in this house." But the "inner girl" quickly expelled the late guest. And again it became easy and fun for everyone.
True, after the birth of her son, the uninvited guest began to look at me more and more often, hiding under the socially encouraged masks of a sense of duty and responsibility. After the birth of her daughter, the "aunt" moved to me for good. Rude and cynical. With all his belongings - sadness, blues, boredom, homeliness and excess weight. She conducted an audit in the house and with a firm hand threw the girl's wardrobe out the door and in a completely Pelevin style forbade wearing high-heeled shoes. When I timidly offered to go into a lingerie store, the "aunt" was relentless: "Where ?! My son has no jumpsuit!"
Every day she made more and more bold orders in the house, from which children began to laugh less often, friends - to visit, and her husband - to whisper all sorts of tenderness in his ear. But somehow, on a sunny spring day, something skipped a beat in my "inner girl": life became simply unbearable.
Having bought boots with heels and repainted in a fiery red color, I threw out of my house an evil fat household "aunt" with her borscht, grumbling, fatigue and a sense of duty. And she wrote for herself eight commandments to combat the syndrome of "aunt".
COMMANDMENT 1
Do everything with ease and love.
As the philosophers say, what is inside is outside. If you rejoice in the world, enjoy every minute of life, then outwardly you become beautiful, attractive: both for those around you, and for good luck. Your good mood, like circles on the water, extends to everyone around you. Only "aunts" forget that happy mothers have happy children, happy wives have happy husbands.
COMMANDMENT 2
Raise ladies' pleasures to the rank of vital.
Remember the song from the movie "Midshipmen, Forward!"
So what do we "make money" by pampering ourselves with various feminine things - perfumes from Chanel, thongs with rhinestones? Femininity! Charm! Coquetry! The ability to drive you crazy! No "aunt". Only the feeling that you are still hoo. Regardless of age!
COMMANDMENT 3
I don't owe anyone anything.
A whole section of psychiatry should be devoted to a sense of duty ("I owe", "I owe"). Classics of the genre: I hate to cook (wash, clean), but I have to. And instead of simply giving up unloved things, we force ourselves, getting irritated at everyone, turning into an embittered "aunt". Although "everything" has nothing to do with it: they didn't ask me to spend three hours in the kitchen to please them with a five-course dinner? You need to get rid of the belief, inspired from childhood, that without a nourishing borscht, the husband will run away, and the children will die of hunger! The heroine of the film "You never dreamed of" to the tediousness of the class teacher: "My girl, when you grow up, you will have a husband. You will understand how good it is when a person has a sense of duty" answered like this: "But in my opinion, only love has the right to rule everything. "
COMMANDMENT 4
I don't care what people say. The main thing is what I think of myself.
And you only need to think well of yourself. And if someone thinks differently, that's his problem. Only the "aunts" are worried about "what people say".
"Girls", like Castanedov warriors, "seek perfection only in their own eyes." A straight back, an easy gait, a raised chin: does anyone doubt that you are a goddess, a prosperous, flawless, happy woman? No! And, by the way, there will be less gossip afterwards.
COMMANDMENT 5
High heels and sexy outfits - yes! Shopping bags and shapeless clothes, even in the absence of a husband - no!
Did you know that the largest amount of lipstick is used ... you can't guess!
Women of the Arab Emirates. For a long time I could not understand why? They wear a burqa! It turns out that everything is simple! In Ukraine, women put themselves in order when they go to the street, to work, or to visit. They wear robes with their husbands, no hairstyles, no makeup - in general, we ourselves know.
And they have the opposite. For people, oriental ladies may not dress up so well, but at home - with a husband and loved ones - they look like queens. The golden rule, isn't it?
COMMANDMENT 6
If there is a choice between sex and cooking borscht, we choose sex.
Only the "aunts" say "no strength", "tired", "busy", "I don't want to." "Girls" include fantasy, leaf through "Kamasutra", are engaged in tantra, Taoist sexual practices, Arab dances. After all, you can cook borscht later. You can, after all, buy a soup set or invite a housewife. But do you want your husband to invite someone for sex too? ..
COMMANDMENT 7
Women's destiny is not to serve, but to inspire a man!
My father used to say that husbands do not leave wives who cook excellently and wash their shirts well. He had three (!) Spouses. Everyone cooked and washed perfectly ... He still did not understand a simple thing: a housewife and a wife are not the same thing. The first one is preoccupied with the economy, with a scoop and an apron. The second - knows how to "refine" everyday life, become a muse, a source of inspiration, a family brain center, in the end - everything, anything - just not an "aunt"!
COMMANDMENT 8
I am, and this is already enough for joy!
There is no other such and there will never be any! So, you must agree, it is criminally to feel unhappy, to kill in oneself with everyday, often far-fetched problems a unique individuality and turn into a bore!
So, having driven out the uninvited guest, I began to love and rejoice, rejoice and love again, sometimes doing crazy things (and shopping). I can spend my last money in a beauty salon - no remorse for a half-empty refrigerator. And, oddly enough, no one even reproached me for squandering, my husband only said with a mock reproach: "Oh, these women!" and stroked my luxurious red curls in love. I walk down the children's slide in white jeans with my little son and draw with chalk on the asphalt. Who said that adult women are not allowed to do this? "Aunt" ?! I mentally stick out my tongue and go ... roller-skating!
