Therefore, I prefer to hold on tightly to the mind afloat life than romantic, dissolve in feelings, but drown. Because a bad attitude does not just land you on the asphalt, but drives you to the core of the earth with a huge hammer of disrespect. When you reward your partner with imaginary merit just for screwing the light bulb in, and you applaud him as if he will connect everything Odintsovo to the light. He just took out the trash, and you look at him as a hero who solved the issue of landfills in the capital. Someone will say: "There is all cynus in the little things," and I will say that sometimes the little things do not move further. The act is not doing household chores, for the performance of which you expect an approving stroking in the balls. An act is when your actions are cool, just like make love with you. I’m not praising you for just sleeping. Right?