Bag or Fitch

Fifteen years ago I learned that being offended is destructive. That these negative emotions toward other people are your own mistake in evaluating those people.

I took a relay. The switch. To loved and dear people he stands on the top division. I know I’ll give them everything and I know they won’t give up anything.

If something is wrong, no insults. The relay switches to the division below. People are no longer very own, but you expect less from them.

You put it hard on “strangers.” To whom you owe nothing and expect nothing. They say “be healthy” – you will answer “thank you.” and all. You will not answer, you will not answer. Because they are strangers.

There is also a unique, minimal division of "not people", but I have not used it for a long time. I have it for living creatures and creatures of the same race, and I never see them.

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A few years ago my family left me homeless. My sister’s husband, a sister, a nephew. Unfortunately, my nephews were especially sad. He took from kindergarten and school, did lessons with them. I was shocked when they were sad at home. I have cats, dogs, go to the zoo and eat better.

Transferred the relay. “Almost a stranger.” I did it myself. From Zero.

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At some point it became difficult to cope. Called my father. He offered to sleep a dog so that it would be easier for me to rent the apartment. He turned the relay to “almost strange.”

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He pulled the dog to Rostov and the dogs lived there for another 6 years. From communication with relatives - stories about their difficulties and problems through the tenth hand. Trying to throw me on everything else.

Transferred to “foreign”.
Let them throw. I don’t have those cozy apartments. Strangers can be thrown. You do not expect anything else from them.

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And when a nephew is born, I will not see. Foreign because of. My grandchildren are cousins.
And when one of the Kuzmin apartments in them burned, I don’t have money for strangers.
When my father needs something. He is clever and does not ask for money, but for work. I have no work for strangers.

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There are no changes on their part. They think they were always right. And I have no reason to switch the relay.

And if he was just offended, he would have exhausted all his nerves and forgiven him for a long time. I would have been able to do it three more times. But the relay does not allow that. Strangers means strangers. And no insults.

On the long birthday congratulations from the “family” I replied, “Thank you.” Like a congratulation from a regular courier company or a congratulation from a nearby cafe.

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I do not recommend this relay to anyone. Because the drunk seems that something is wrong and that you need to restore contacts with relatives. This is a nervous and severe state - when I drank and became sad.

But add a little and understand - right and otherwise can not be. And you are sober - you don't even understand what you reflected on the drunk. And in a year’s time, I’ll say “thank you” again. And if they die there, I will not answer. Every day in the world, strangers die. I will answer the courier company.