Do you get what you see?…

Making a frist impression is oh so important. In many circumstances. If I may believe what I read, research tells us it only takes the duration of an eye blink to size up another person in terms of attractiveness and trustworthiness. Over the next three seconds, we form a more “complete” conclusion about a new acquaintance relating to their presumed personality and competence. Wow, that little time. It is a “snap judgment”. And yet, that important.

Body language is many times more relevant than the words we utter. Also factors such as how we look, sound and smell.

Is it the truth? Do we really get what we see?

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Don’t say that to me…

Every single person with a chronic illness will tell you the same. Never say to me: You don’t look ill. Please, never do. It hurts in so many ways. No, it’s not a compliment at all. Most of really ill people will try their very best to hide it. To pretend to be normal. They will do everything in their power to not stand out.

Yes, I will smile as much as I can! Yes, I will do as much as possible with that little energy I have. Yes, I will wear high heals when my husband is with me to support me.

No, I won’t explain myself to you. Forget it.

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“What a beautiful world it would be, if people had hearts like dogs.”

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Viv and me

Sometimes I honestly think I love our dog too much. Like every other dog we have had for that matter.

Often if I can’t bring my dog, I’m not going. Fortunately Bart is the same. A dog is a full member of our family. I do understand I can’t go everywhere with Viva, sure I do. I respect that too. But if the choice is mine, she is with me.

Dogs have a way to find the people who need them. And if you have a dog… you know this: there is no personal space when you own a dog. I don’t mind. I’m a dogaholic anyway. Many times I remember the dog’s name and forget the name of his owner. I wonder what my dog names me 🙂

Please, never ever say to me it’s just a dog. For sure you won’t be my friend anymore. My dog is my everything to me. My soul mate, my baby, my therapist. I let a dog be a dog, I’m not wanting him to be a real child, if I wanted a child I would have one. But it feels for me that I can’t love Viva more than I already do. Together with Bart we are a family of 3. A little family it is, but that’s fine. We love the way it is. For now is 1 dog enough. But like every dog lover, I want to save them all.

AND YEAH! OF COURSE I’M TALKING TO MY DOG. WHO ELSE CAN I TRUST??

 

Old friends in new life…

Recently I renewed contact with a friend from my schooldays in Poland. I don’t even know how it went exactly, but Facebook is a big help finding lost contacts. And there she was, Monika Baszczynska, in her full glory. A beautiful women now. With an angel of a daughter, Milenia. A man and a dog included in her life :-).

It brought so many memories. So many thoughts, good ones and painful ones too. And a lot of questions as well, of course. I was relieved to hear she is happy and well. Her smile and eyes are exactly the same as 26 years ago when I saw her for the last time.

Those days, we chat now and then. Telling stories about our lives. Sending pictures. Today I received this one. En yeah! I was jealous!

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Having friends who connect you with your “old life” is a special feeling. A piece of you your courant friends not know. Moving aboard when I was a young girl ment leaving everything behind. Life as I knew was gone. I had to create new memories in a new country. So a little talk with Monia (as everyone calls her) is nice.

Please let stay in contact… lets us talk about the past and make plans for the future… as friends.

P.S. Look!… she sent me this picture too!! Me… as Maya The Bee!! Isn’t it fabulous? 🙂 🙂 🙂

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