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In my humble opinion I think the man is not able to wait. But nothing.

sure many will think that you can not wait for me, but not all of us.

Patience is something we can all learn to control some more, some less, but impatience is born with us and is activated, I'm sure in time we cut the umbilical cord.

When we are babies do not enjoy, they say, extraordinary patience, but we are able to snatch it from our parents in a masterly manner. We are hungry, it must be NOW. Shit we've done because we change now. And we do it up in an authoritarian manner. We are not able to tell by words, to change me! But we can drop some rumbles that assumes we want to express.

Over the years, little truth, we become some small irritating bugs. We want it all and the moment you ask. Not tomorrow, after a poor barter or our parents want us to. We want that and Now

Here we add that we started to control the word, so we add one more thing to our impatience: crying + word. A horror that sometimes, just a smack in the tambourine or now no longer use these methods, an unbearable psychological talk will not help but leave happy for our seniors.

Adolescence is the peak of impatience. What good is that phrase that says that youth are in the "awkward age." Everything is black. There is no place for other colors, or gray, or white, or purple ... black. Also add two more little things to our list of factors impatiently crying (maybe not so much) + + word + insolent defiance. Surely our fathers have often thought: "Why else would not be doing that day?". But they say it from the baby.

We want to eat the world and we're going to eat now. Here there there's no time for later. We're going on holiday and we pick one cogorza as hell. Do we do during the party? No, we do upon arrival to the party. Within an hour we took over a French toast that we do not believe it. But it was not our fault, we had to go to the party, take the cogorza, spend the holiday, spend the cogorza and go home to a reasonable hour. Like everything could not be, had to cut time.

and teenage crushes these if they were dramatic. I fell in love the guy or gal in office and could not be anything else. It was him or her and point. I said "Do not worry, it appears appropriate / adequate, you'll see." But how could they, even, to suggest that we had to wait for someone in the future? Are we crazy or what?

And if we add that today almost that we communicate more through internet that the word, there are at your computer and connected whom we expected to see. Would you say something? No. You have to do that other person, but do not think we'll be waiting as long as she deems necessary, has to do now. But it does then comes the drama. "Why not talk to me? Sure you're talking to someone else, now what happens ?"... and may be that the above is making war maneuvers in any lost desert in the world, but we have not told us anything about is connected.

As we grow we are losing patience with most things, while we are winning years. That if I have to get me boyfriend / girlfriend and that if I have to start working this year to buy because the car I want, if we love and get married, we will not let more time, which is now having children, if the floor, if not we hurry up, I give you a minute, that if the rise, if the new plasma TV ... And so one thing after another.

But there comes a time when our patience does win and that's impatience with the elderly named. It's like our life and is so calm all the time in the world is for us. No hurry. We have to go shopping, have all the time in the world, we drink, we all time in the world, let us make love. Now? If you have all the time in the world!

And most notably, where our patience is at the moment that every human being comes to an end, death.

For who has some kind of impatience that comes?

I at least I have no, what about you? Be patient

we have far to go.

Gabriella Hall Herpes

is tremendously funny how the mind plays tricks on us. We are all day mulling over the "coco" thousands of ideas, a thousand thoughts, we make many dreams with open eyes, extreme thoughts of revenge towards someone, plans for days .... but when one wants to express, after a few hours, you mind goes blank.

The issue is not that we have nothing to say, on the contrary, we have much to say we do not know how to do it and no way to function.

There are lots of examples in which we can build, for example:

you been all day thinking of someone, you have so many things to tell him to make you think about them cumbersome. Plan your words, every moment of silence will use to back up for air, awaiting a response. Even you've allowed afford to recreate the look on his face to listen. For when you have the opportunity to say everything you've been steeping in your mind for hours, nothing comes out. And, I repeat, not that I do not have to say is that your mind shuts down, your words are slowly disappearing and you forget all your great plan. You can find that person on the street, having been with her or meet them somewhere connected to the Internet. There is no way to release word.

Other people have the healthy habit of writing down your thoughts or feelings on paper. This, too, called a journal. It's your private confessor, where anything and everything you write. There is no secret you can not leave a lasting. As well. You take a pen, open your journal, you're willing to put your guts into every word you write ... and nothing. Do not leave. What the hell is it? It can be distressing, really.

Worse is when these words will have to serve as a labor resource. Come on, you have to face a presentation on something I've been working. I have taken hundreds of hours and now, your work will be rewarded. Willing to face you, face to face with a court, with a group of executives with whoever you have to evaluate and give the nod to your work or, otherwise, your whole stoning effort. Get ready, grab momentum y. .. everything is in complete silence that you can not break. "Mourn? You can do it but you will not be able to expose your work. "Run away? Not a bad idea, but I do not demonstrate your skills as a runner going to heal the bad move that has caused you your mind.

Come on, it may be nerves, stress, an anxiety attack ... everything is blurred, there is nothing in your head. I think, rather, your mind is on his own and, one day it used to be a very important, decide to spend a hoax. She goes to his "roll" and choose "Descojonado" a little while to you it seems that you run the world.

Y hay que estar atento, porque, tarde o temprano volverá a actuar.

Cardioversion And Defibrillation

BLANK PAGE HAS ALL THE DISEASES OF THE URBAN LEGENDS


Es, siempre, muy curioso enfrentarte a un nuevo rumor que, a pesar de la falta de veracidad, siempre se asegura es cierto. "Me lo ha contado un amigo que dice que le sucedió a un amigo de su amigo..." . Pero cuando tratamos de localizar a ese principal amigo, nunca aparece.

A este tipo de historia se las conoce como Leyendas Urbanas y las hay de todos los tipos, colores, gustos y sabores que se quieran. Desde leyendas que nos hablan de especies de insectos de otros países plants coming in, brutal gangs initiations arrivals from foreign countries, human body parts found in soft drinks bottles, strange mists that lead us to places far away, we talk about distances, even thousands of miles, or ghosts that appear lost in some corner of a lonely road.

But today, the technology is within reach of every hand and every mind, you're legends arrive, usually by means of email. Chain letters, bogus email which notifies the closing of any network, e-xenophobic where the message is sent from someone coming from outside that makes fun of how simple is rich in our country, etc, etc, etc.

Now if one of the ones I like is that message that comes to you with the image of a sweet child who, unfortunately, suffers from some strange disease. Within the message with full details of the child's personal data and, almost, his medical history. We are told also that if the message is forwarded, each referral will be reciprocated with a small amount of money that a company will pay for the cure disinterested or investigation of the strange disease.

If we look in more detail see the company in question used to be a U.S. citizen. The hospital that conducted the study or a cure, too, belongs to this country. And it is extremely absurd to pay that company directly not wait to get treatment and the thousands of e necessary to add that amount. What are some horny with a sense of humor? "Let's wait and see what happens . If the child emails arrive will be saved, but the dinar will going to give pleasure."

But the most thorny is when we realize that the photo of the child is repeated in several emails we have received. My God! In addition to the child's name changed from nacionalidad, de población y de enfermedad en cada mensaje nuevo. ¿Pero qué le pasa a este niño/a? ¿Qué lo pilla todo él/ella? ¡Tremendo!

Lo gracioso de estos mensajes es lo que todos ya intuimos: que este pobre infante no padece ninguna enfermedad (hay mensajes que aparecen con la imagen de algún niño discapacitado o con alguna malformación, que por desgracia, estos pobres niños sí que lo padecen).

Estos mensajes son enviados, el mensaje inicial, por alguien contratado por alguna empresa. Empresa que sí que paga una cantidad por mensaje que se consigue reenviar. Pero el dinero no va a parar a la cuenta de ayuda del niño, más it goes to the account of the face that creates the message. In this way the company what they get is a lot of emails with spam may overwhelm or spam also known.

is how does this curious fraud that does nothing but litter the mailbox e-mail account or even introduce the odd virus. And as humans are as sensitive and yet so innocent, it forwards the message to your entire contact list. So child = 0 Company = 1.

To top it off I will tell you that I like to keep as curious messages smell as they are legends, and there was one that made me laugh endlessly. It was a message like the example detailed above. But this time he was the son of one of the coworkers. It is clear that the partner was not named in the message, but the image of his son if he was in the mail. What a tremendous surprise when that boy was just like the child of another email that was archived. So Pete, now called Manolito, X did not have the disease, but rather the disease and not the son of a fellow, the son of another man and living in another country. Poor children!

best thing was that mail was sent to me another co-worker and that if I knew him quite well. INOCENTEEEEEEE!