"Once upon a time there was a boy": the psychotherapist's revelations about modern men
Psychotherapist Aglaya Dateshidze specializes in the topic of family and relationships, helps people achieve personal growth, conducts face-to-face and online consultations, and in her spare time writes fascinating philosophical mini-stories.
The last series of such stories is dedicated to adult boys. We are sure that in these lines, filled with meaning, many of us will recognize our friends, and maybe even ourselves.
Once upon a time there was a boy. He thought that life was a stone maze in which there was an entrance, a task and an exit. And then it turned out that life is just a pile of stones. Fold whatever you want. Including the maze.
Once upon a time there was a boy. One day he met an almost perfect woman: beautiful, smart, successful, lively, educated, relaxed, and living in a detached private house. In short, just a dream. But it only had a significant drawback. The woman always wanted to be talked to, loved and spent time together. This, of course, was completely superfluous in her. Well, what can you do, there is no perfection in the world…
Once upon a time there was a boy. He learned very early that if you tell people " Good morning!", " How are you?", " You are very beautiful!", "I understand everything!", "Good, good...", "I heard you!", "I love you" and smile affectionately, then people calm down, fall behind, and he can continue to do any nonsense he wants.
Once upon a time there was a boy. And he also had a restless woman and debts. That's what she's worried about, stupid? Well, collectors call him at night, well, they threaten to evict him from the house, well, he wanders around the room back and forth with thoughts about which third-world country to ask for political asylum in. So what? The main thing is that he loves her and the pasta is not over yet. It is all the more harmful for her to worry, because she will give birth soon. The third.
Once upon a time there was a boy. He had very few problems with people, because since childhood he had learned one simple rule: if you are a hero, then be a hero only at your own expense.
Once upon a time there was a boy. He had poor health and his mother, who constantly reminded him about it. Time passed, the boy grew up, got sick, grew up again and finally fully grew up. And my mother shrank, aged, and finally completely disappeared. Of course, I feel sorry for my mother, but since then the boy's health has become much better, because now there is no one to remind him that it is bad for him.
Once upon a time there was a boy. One day he met a great teacher and did not understand what was so special about him. Well, calm, well, conscious, well, present in the moment, well, happy and joyful. So what? If only he could fly or walk on water… And then some nonsense.
Once upon a time there was a boy. He always missed those who overtake on the oncoming lane and rush to the checkout with beer without waiting in line. Because he was in no hurry to get to where they would soon be.
Once upon a time there was a boy. He loved his mother, got into stories and constantly soldered something in the garage, getting solid threes at school. His beloved mother kept telling him that if he continued in the same spirit, his life would go downhill.
The boy continued, soldered the first computer, opened a company, hired a thousand employees, built a skyscraper, sold the business, became a billionaire, bought a yacht, traveled around the world, married a princess, wrote a book, mastered an airplane, flew around the whole sky and wrote another book. And here he is sitting at the presentation, signing the covers, and he is still waiting for his life to go downhill. Probably, we should wait a little longer, because Mom couldn't be wrong.
R. S. And then my mother came up, apologized and asked for an autograph. Then the boy calmed down, and the audience did not hear about him anymore.
Once upon a time there was a boy. He had been waiting for a wizard in a blue helicopter all his life. And after 40, I spat, learned to be a pilot, bought a helicopter, painted it blue, got half a ton of ice cream and a movie projector. Now he flies, gives gifts, shows for free and is happy. Expect it!
Once upon a time there was a boy. He told everyone that he was absolutely free. And then it turned out that he was completely unattended.
Once upon a time there was a boy. Usually it was impossible to approach him without a manicure and three higher educations. Otherwise, he objected. And when he still managed to approach, it turned out that he just needed to be hugged tightly, held and not listen to any objections.
Once upon a time there was a boy and a girl. And they had a relationship. Both of them valued their relationship very highly. Only for a girl, "appreciating" meant getting enough sleep, getting up early, cleaning up the apartment, washing, cooking delicious food, wearing beautiful clothes, and sitting by the window at the appointed hour and waiting.
And for the boy, "highly appreciate" meant to drop by on an occasion between cases for a couple of hours, and even without a gift. In general, now they both know that, getting closer, it is necessary to clarify the concepts.
Once upon a time there was a boy. He wanted it to be simple. And, of course, I got the full program every time…
Once upon a time there was a boy. He wanted to feed all the hungry and warm all the cold ones. And then he got married unsuccessfully. Imagine, this bitch wanted him to feed her and their 5 children first, warm the common house, earn money at least for clothes,and then save the world. Well, there are such selfish women in the world!
Once upon a time there was a European boy. And he was so sad to exist that he decided to become a great poet. He wrote and wrote and became famous all over the world, and then died young, having produced another non-chick. He was reborn in a third world country as a cheerful, cheerful kid, grew up, went to school, and there the great poet is studied according to the program. The boy reads and thinks: "Well, damn it! 25 again!"
Once upon a time there was a boy. He was a man-eating vampire and very successful. And all why? Because he was courteous and always told the truth. For the power is in the truth. If any lady deigns to have her blood drunk or her leg cut off, he will be happy to charm her, warn her about everything in detail, invite her to a date, give her wine to drink and say compliments after her. In the meantime, he drinks blood, hugs and gently asks if he is dizzy.
In general, a large queue was forming for him. Even from other cities, they signed up for an audience. After all, courteous vampires are worth their weight in gold. And the power is in the truth.
Once upon a time there was a boy who understood and accepted everything. And his first wife, who was desperate to get help from him with weather-related children. And his second wife, who asked for money, which he did not have. And the third wife, who was jealous of numerous mistresses. And he also understood well the mistresses who left, desperate to become the only ones. And that they couldn't sit still? An understanding man is such a happiness.
Once upon a time there was a boy. He rode a motorcycle around the city and stayed at each girl's house for just one night. The girls ran after him in the morning, trying to prove that they were worthy of the attention of such a macho man. As well as his money, care and free time. But the boy, maybe, knew that they were worthy, he just didn't have any money, or time, and he didn't know how to take care of anyone. And the girls, as always, have a rich imagination, which ruins them.
Bonus: stories from readers
Once upon a time there was an ideal boy, and he met an ideal girl on the Internet, and they fell in love with each other, but they did not meet because they were afraid of being disappointed. Viktor Lomakin
Once upon a time there was a boy who didn't need anything. In fact, that's what his parents told him. It is very convenient when the child does not need anything, and it is useful for the budget. Kirill Zimin
One boy thought that he was a gift to this world. I was sitting in my gift box and waiting for the world to open it. I waited a long time, I was tired and angry. He stuck his head out of the box and ka-a-ak screamed:" Why don't you open me?! "And the world shuddered in surprise and said:"I thought the box was empty." Ilya Bakhtin
Once upon a time there was an honest boy, and he had a dream to meet a beautiful girl to create a relationship. He looked for her everywhere: in transport, on holidays with friends, and even on dating sites. But there was something the girls didn't like about him. Maybe three children and a wife in the questionnaire, maybe a beer belly and glasses. Who will sort them out, these girls. Kirill Zimin
Once upon a time there was a mother-in-law who was very afraid that her son would spend all the money he earned on an ungrateful daughter-in-law. Therefore, I did everything possible for my son to stay at home and do nothing. But the ungrateful daughter-in-law still managed to spend the money that she earned herself. It's been 30 years. The son never spent a penny on his daughter-in-law, and the daughter-in-law became the CEO of her company and spends money on her grandchildren, on herself and on her husband. And she also makes expensive gifts for her mother-in-law. What really upsets the mother-in-law. After all, he spends family money on nonsense. Elvira Nabiullina
Well, did you recognize your friends?
Keywords: Boys | Husband | Men | Relationships | Psychology | Story | Philosophy