CALLING ALL PARENTS AND/OR PEOPLE WHO DON'T HAVE ANY SOCIAL SKILLS: These are signs that your child or person you're talking to is not interested in the current topic spewing out of your mouth.
1) the person you're talking to has nothing else to do, and is not looking at you or their eyes wander.
2) They're not responding with anything more than "yeah, uh-huh, ok"
3) they roll their eyes at certain points (at least you know they're paying attention when they do this) or tilt their head back to look at the ceiling in exasperation, frustration, or being just plain flabbergasted at your stupidity.
4) there are multiple attempts to change the subject... to ANYTHING other than what you're talking about.
5) they cannot control their tone of voice because it becomes extremely difficult not to go postal on you due to prolonged exposure to idiocy.
6) They frequently CLOSE THE DOOR IN YOUR FACE when your point has been made, entered their brain, and flown right out the other ear.
7) they fidget with something, and pay more attention to that than your flapping lips and continued noisy vocal patterns you call speech.
8) they pace, or move in another manner to indicate feeling cornered or closed off from the rest of intelligent humanity.
9) they suddenly become hungry and use it as one of their frequent attempts to change the conversation to something less moronic. However, considering the fact that some people (the person I'm ranting about) might actually need this tutorial, the attempt will likely fail.
All of the above my mother needs to hear. repeatedly. and possibly shoved into her brain with repeated 'boot to the head' style instruction. She just rambled on for about two hours about the most random shit that nobody really cares about at this moment in time, OR is just plain tactless. The post below states that my cat was put to sleep on Sunday... TWO DAYS AGO. It also states that I burst into tears while waiting for Loki to get off work. Mother knew this, and yet kept going ON and ON and ON forever about the cat, how she was put to sleep, WHY she was put to sleep, how she misses her, how dad misses her, etc. Plus she flaunted the fact that she gets to go shopping on someone else's money today, AS WELL AS get a free meal out of it.
Granted Loki takes me out for food all the time, but we're dating and most of the time it's because we either don't have the materials or facilities to cook something for ourselves, or we're on time constraints and need sustenance rather quickly. This person is supposed to be my mother's friend (although it's more of an acquaintance, and a business one at that) and she's letting mom buy whatever she wants, and this lady's going to pay for it. Oh, did I mention that she lives in Nebraska, took a plane out to see my mom, AND is throwing money at my mother in order to spend time with her?!?!
This is the same woman (my mother) who broke off three good friendships for the same reason, even though she was doing the same thing to them.
So, she can use other people, but she can't be used in return? HYPOCRITE MUCH?! I'm sorry but that shit makes me angrier than a wet cat in a sealed igloo surrounded by anchovies. She wonders why I want nothing to do with her... well it's because she's a hypocritical ass who has no tact or sense of humor and expects everyone to bend over backwards for her because she's "old", has had her uterus ripped out of her and therefore was flung into menopause before I was even born, doesn't have a job or any friends, can't support herself, is constantly suicidal, is unhappy in her marriage because her husband "won't spend time with her", and has absolutely no life. That woman has more issues than a downsyndrome crackbaby with aids, and she wonders why she has no friends?! Don't make me laugh. This is also the same woman who INSISTS that I have this complex that demands that I be the center of attention all the time, every day. I think she needs to look in the mirror before accusing me of anything even remotely related to anything with that nature.
Ok, so now that that's out of my system, I'm going to go to bed before I accidentally murder the next small child that gets within a ten foot radius of me.
Blessed Be,
SNT
Listening: Drowning pool Bodies and Papa Roach Getting Away With Murder
Eating: human souls
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Stuff.
As the title suggested, I've kinda podfaded after my first episode of the podcast.
Mainly due to lack of creative juice to better it after getting an email suggesting said improvements, but it also doesn't help that the instrument I use for my podcast has vanished. (Loki's laptop.) I know exactly what happened to it... Loki took it back to play Minecraft with his nephews. Which is cool, it's his machine, though the podcast is shut down for a little bit.
Also, my cat got put down on Sunday. Her name was hope and I think she was 10 years old. She had hyperthyroidism and pancreatitus, as well as an upper respiratory infection. The former two she'd had for six months prior to this and we were managing all right, but the upper respiratory infection sort of pushed my parents to the brink of insanity. They were all like "She's suffering! put her down!" when we could have treated the infection and been all right. There was even medication for the hyperthyroidism that was about a dollar a day to drastically slow that debilitating disease, but they didn't want to mess with any of that.
So, am I wrong in thinking that my parents were just being lazy and/or cheapskates in their decision to put down my cat? I won't deny that she was suffering, but the majority of the suffering was from the easily treatable upper respiratory infection. For $50, one shot would have cured that infection and stayed in her system for two weeks. That's not all that bad if you ask me. and for one dollar a day we could have improved her quality of life significantly.
Also, another question for you: When you put an animal to sleep, you inject some anesthetic into their system to stop their hearts. I know that anesthesiology is used for the alleviation of pain, but I wonder: when does the animal actually die? All the anesthetic does is put the animal's heart into cardiac arrest. After that animal's heart stops it's still technically alive... you could revive it, I think, if there wasn't too much in their system but it would be difficult. Does all brain activity cease after a certain point? Logic dictates that within that animal its cells are still alive and reproducing. The systems that are stopped within the animal, to my mind, are the heart and lungs so the animal appears dead... but in my mind what's -really- happening is the animal slowly suffocates to death and/or dies of that cardiac arrest, and i'm not sure which it is. There's no oxygen to the cells so they start dying, and even if the lungs -were- pumping there's no blood circulation so the cells die anyway.
Thinking about it that way it seems really cruel to me. But then again, I'm sort of known for over thinking things like this. And I know there's not any pain involved, as the heart was stopped using an overdose of anesthesia, but I still wonder how much brain activity is still going on after the animal's heart stops, and how long it takes for that activity to cease. Imagine going into cardiac arrest and suffocating to death, but not being able to do anything about it or even MOVE. That's my biggest problem... if it's done to a human that isn't some sort of convict, it's cruel, but to an animal it's humane. Why do we have this double standard? Who decided that this was acceptable? It's better than the old way of putting an animal to sleep, which was gassing them, but I STILL WONDER.
Yeah it was awkward when I burst into tears at Loki's work today. Nobody saw me that I know of but it felt like the entire world was staring at me because I was in public and an absolute mess. Luckily Loki went on break shortly after I had that little meltdown, but comfort was short lived unfortunately. Had another episode after Loki had gotten me reasonably calm, and smoked WAY too much in trying to comfort myself. (Read: I went through about a half a pack in about 4 hours. That's roughly a cigarette every thirty minutes, which is WAY out of the ordinary for me.)
One of these days a post like this one is going to get me into a lot of trouble, I think. ... oh well, I'll cross that bridge when I get to it I guess.
IN OTHER NEWS: let it be known that the subway near my house is absolutely amazing in terms of quality breakfast sandwiches, excellent service (very accurate and friendly, very willing to bend over backwards to give you what you want it seems), AND ALL THIS in a clean environment. You don't find that very often anymore, especially in the realm of breakfast SUBS. I don't think they even existed before Subway started it.
Oh also, if anybody knows a place that I could live on my own free from parental constraints, children under the age of 15 (or a room with a lock on the door), unreasonable expectations as far as rent/household chores are concerned, with public transportation OR easy access to amenities I'd need via bike, PLEASE hook me up. As much as I love my parents I think my mother whittled away about half of yesterday babbling on about useless stuff that I really didn't need to know or have any interest in. I realize that the topics she was speaking on were important to her... that's why I smiled, nodded, and tolerated her FREQUENT intrusions into my room without having the common decency to knock. For all she knows I could have been "Self-servicing" myself, and that would have just been awkward. Plus I'd like the ability to have Loki over whenever I damn well please, and not have to answer to anybody if caught napping beside him in a questionable amount of clothing... because yes, sometimes we do this. (this is where the "no children under 15 or a lock on the door" thing comes into play. I have no problem babysitting, but I'd like to be able to have private time with my future husband without having to explain the birds and the bees to my roommate's children because we were caught doing the deed. I don't plan on explaining that to any children except my own, and even then after they're at an age to understand it.)
Also, I think that my parents may have a rodent problem. I keep hearing clicking noises inside the walls, even after all of the animals in my house have been put to sleep. My dad keeps saying it's the house settling, but I hear it almost every night and early morning. I've heard it for the entire time we've been here. You'd think that a house would eventually settle all it can settle for a given period of time, but then again I'm not an architect so I really wouldn't know. I'd still get the place checked for mice, cockroaches, termites, and other little annoyances if I ever got rich and bought this house off my parents. I'd also replace the carpeting and invite my friends to come over and help me repaint the house and do other minor repairs, because this place needs it rather badly. (there are two GIANT cracks in my wall that my parents refuse to fix, and a portion of my ceiling that's threatening to leak on my head when sitting at the computer.)
Also, if you haven't already head over to my other blog, LOCATED HERE, and check out the story that I haven't named yet. (click 'unnamed story' in the labels list and read from bottom to top.) I'm looking for ideas on how to advance the plot after a certain point, as well as critique from readers, so I'd really love to hear from you! Leave me a comment on the other blog and I'll be more than happy to look at what you have to say!
Well, I'm going to go. Loki's gtalking me, and I would rather give him my full attention rather than half of it.
Blessed Be,
SNT
Listening: Rihanna Te Amo
Eating: Chocolate chips, yum!!
Mainly due to lack of creative juice to better it after getting an email suggesting said improvements, but it also doesn't help that the instrument I use for my podcast has vanished. (Loki's laptop.) I know exactly what happened to it... Loki took it back to play Minecraft with his nephews. Which is cool, it's his machine, though the podcast is shut down for a little bit.
Also, my cat got put down on Sunday. Her name was hope and I think she was 10 years old. She had hyperthyroidism and pancreatitus, as well as an upper respiratory infection. The former two she'd had for six months prior to this and we were managing all right, but the upper respiratory infection sort of pushed my parents to the brink of insanity. They were all like "She's suffering! put her down!" when we could have treated the infection and been all right. There was even medication for the hyperthyroidism that was about a dollar a day to drastically slow that debilitating disease, but they didn't want to mess with any of that.
So, am I wrong in thinking that my parents were just being lazy and/or cheapskates in their decision to put down my cat? I won't deny that she was suffering, but the majority of the suffering was from the easily treatable upper respiratory infection. For $50, one shot would have cured that infection and stayed in her system for two weeks. That's not all that bad if you ask me. and for one dollar a day we could have improved her quality of life significantly.
Also, another question for you: When you put an animal to sleep, you inject some anesthetic into their system to stop their hearts. I know that anesthesiology is used for the alleviation of pain, but I wonder: when does the animal actually die? All the anesthetic does is put the animal's heart into cardiac arrest. After that animal's heart stops it's still technically alive... you could revive it, I think, if there wasn't too much in their system but it would be difficult. Does all brain activity cease after a certain point? Logic dictates that within that animal its cells are still alive and reproducing. The systems that are stopped within the animal, to my mind, are the heart and lungs so the animal appears dead... but in my mind what's -really- happening is the animal slowly suffocates to death and/or dies of that cardiac arrest, and i'm not sure which it is. There's no oxygen to the cells so they start dying, and even if the lungs -were- pumping there's no blood circulation so the cells die anyway.
Thinking about it that way it seems really cruel to me. But then again, I'm sort of known for over thinking things like this. And I know there's not any pain involved, as the heart was stopped using an overdose of anesthesia, but I still wonder how much brain activity is still going on after the animal's heart stops, and how long it takes for that activity to cease. Imagine going into cardiac arrest and suffocating to death, but not being able to do anything about it or even MOVE. That's my biggest problem... if it's done to a human that isn't some sort of convict, it's cruel, but to an animal it's humane. Why do we have this double standard? Who decided that this was acceptable? It's better than the old way of putting an animal to sleep, which was gassing them, but I STILL WONDER.
Yeah it was awkward when I burst into tears at Loki's work today. Nobody saw me that I know of but it felt like the entire world was staring at me because I was in public and an absolute mess. Luckily Loki went on break shortly after I had that little meltdown, but comfort was short lived unfortunately. Had another episode after Loki had gotten me reasonably calm, and smoked WAY too much in trying to comfort myself. (Read: I went through about a half a pack in about 4 hours. That's roughly a cigarette every thirty minutes, which is WAY out of the ordinary for me.)
One of these days a post like this one is going to get me into a lot of trouble, I think. ... oh well, I'll cross that bridge when I get to it I guess.
IN OTHER NEWS: let it be known that the subway near my house is absolutely amazing in terms of quality breakfast sandwiches, excellent service (very accurate and friendly, very willing to bend over backwards to give you what you want it seems), AND ALL THIS in a clean environment. You don't find that very often anymore, especially in the realm of breakfast SUBS. I don't think they even existed before Subway started it.
Oh also, if anybody knows a place that I could live on my own free from parental constraints, children under the age of 15 (or a room with a lock on the door), unreasonable expectations as far as rent/household chores are concerned, with public transportation OR easy access to amenities I'd need via bike, PLEASE hook me up. As much as I love my parents I think my mother whittled away about half of yesterday babbling on about useless stuff that I really didn't need to know or have any interest in. I realize that the topics she was speaking on were important to her... that's why I smiled, nodded, and tolerated her FREQUENT intrusions into my room without having the common decency to knock. For all she knows I could have been "Self-servicing" myself, and that would have just been awkward. Plus I'd like the ability to have Loki over whenever I damn well please, and not have to answer to anybody if caught napping beside him in a questionable amount of clothing... because yes, sometimes we do this. (this is where the "no children under 15 or a lock on the door" thing comes into play. I have no problem babysitting, but I'd like to be able to have private time with my future husband without having to explain the birds and the bees to my roommate's children because we were caught doing the deed. I don't plan on explaining that to any children except my own, and even then after they're at an age to understand it.)
Also, I think that my parents may have a rodent problem. I keep hearing clicking noises inside the walls, even after all of the animals in my house have been put to sleep. My dad keeps saying it's the house settling, but I hear it almost every night and early morning. I've heard it for the entire time we've been here. You'd think that a house would eventually settle all it can settle for a given period of time, but then again I'm not an architect so I really wouldn't know. I'd still get the place checked for mice, cockroaches, termites, and other little annoyances if I ever got rich and bought this house off my parents. I'd also replace the carpeting and invite my friends to come over and help me repaint the house and do other minor repairs, because this place needs it rather badly. (there are two GIANT cracks in my wall that my parents refuse to fix, and a portion of my ceiling that's threatening to leak on my head when sitting at the computer.)
Also, if you haven't already head over to my other blog, LOCATED HERE, and check out the story that I haven't named yet. (click 'unnamed story' in the labels list and read from bottom to top.) I'm looking for ideas on how to advance the plot after a certain point, as well as critique from readers, so I'd really love to hear from you! Leave me a comment on the other blog and I'll be more than happy to look at what you have to say!
Well, I'm going to go. Loki's gtalking me, and I would rather give him my full attention rather than half of it.
Blessed Be,
SNT
Listening: Rihanna Te Amo
Eating: Chocolate chips, yum!!
Saturday, April 2, 2011
What a lot of people should learn.
RESPECT.
I'll link the post that I just made in my book of shadows: CLICK HERE
So yeah, respect. it's a touchy subject for some, because while they were growing up they never received it. and for others it is easily given.
What I'm interested in knowing, however, is how everybody who reads this determines what level of respect is given upon first meeting a new person. (before answering, read my post in my BoS. Disagree with me if you want, as each person is entitled to his or her own opinion.) This is one of the few posts where I will not edit, delete, or censor any responses.
And while we're on the topic of stuff people should learn, let's talk about patience.
Granted I'm not the best at it in certain situations, but I'm working at getting better. Honestly, if a person is patient with me while I'm learning something important to them or while I'm having a brain fart, my respect for that person goes up. I value them as a friend more than I would someone who is condecending or mean while I'm trying to grasp a new concept.
Because let's face it, I'm not the brightest crayon in the box and sometimes learning new things is hard. Other times, it's easy. How long it takes me honestly depends on the subject matter to be learned.
And that's only my opinion... I'm sassy, I'm sometimes super defiant, and downright stubborn when it comes to habits and things I am rather attached to. Imagine someone who is patient with, for example, a senior citizen, or perhaps a small child. The child will consider you a role model for that trait, and the senior citizen will give you more respect and trust.
At least, that's how I see it.
And as far as honesty, that's something I've struggled with a lot... I sometimes still do struggle with it, and have come to accept that. I've at least got it so I don't lie to people that matter to me unless it's a life-and-death matter, and those don't come up very often if at all. For new people however, I struggle in giving them enough respect to tell them the whole, unabridged truth on important matters.
Why? Because I'm afraid of what they'll think of me. Of how they'll judge me. I'm afraid of the consequences. However if I can get over that, and tell them the truth (even if it's missing some details here and there) then I will garner more trust and respect from those I meet.
I learned not to lie the hard way. I lost an at least halfway decent relationship because of it. (Yes, Bryan, I'm talking about you.) I have to admit that I'm still fond of this person, but I also have to admit that I have found someone better... I know that's going to hurt Bryan if he ever reads this, but at least I'm having the decency to put it out there for him to find, if he really wants to know.
I consider him a good friend. He's honest with me, he's smart (about on par with a friggin GENIUS, for crying out loud! The man makes me look like the village idiot! ON CRACK!), he's kind-hearted, and sometimes thoughtful. He's also able to look at a lot of things without bias. And those things make him a wonderful person.
However, Loki... He and I are on the same intelligence level. We can talk about whatever the fuck we want, and understand each other without even thinking about it. He starts a sentence and I finish it. he does a lot of the little things that make my heart just melt, like opening doors and offering to put off his plans because of some whim I had, even if it's a passing one. He's all manner of kind, generous, and understanding. He has does not anger easily (I have yet to anger him... but then again I haven't tried, nor am I going to unless pushed to do so.) and I am quite happy for that. He's funny in a way that I can understand, and we've gone through a lot of the same BULLSHIT in our pasts, so we can be there for one another and actually UNDERSTAND what's going on in the others' head. We like a lot of the same things -music, movies, places, food, scents, books, games, SOME political stuff... and even when we differ on whatever the subject is we don't shove our beliefs down the others' throat or try to prove our point unless asked. Abortion, for example. He's pro-choice, I'm pro-life. Then again, I have a reason to be pro-life... I was adopted. My mother could have killed me before I even took my first breath of air. I would feel dirty if I took that stance. It doesn't feel right to me, and he respects that personal choice of mine. I also respect his belief that a woman should have the choice to go to a licensed doctor to have an abortion done in a sterile environment rather than go to some bum in an ally with a coat hanger, who also happens to be hung over.
But I digress, majorly. RESPECT. HONESTY. PATIENCE. One of those three reasons accounts for why every single one of my past relationships has failed, save the one I'm in now. I've been done both ways on each word, and none of them are really pleasant.
Honesty - Most, if not all, relationships that have failed in my past because of me relate to this topic. I was a huge liar. Though there are a few who lied to me in huge ways (cheating, stealing... all denying it when I had PROOF they were doing it) and I am not friends with these people, nor will I ever be again because of that.
Respect - Mostly towards me, but there was one relationship where I didn't respect the other person involved and majorly fucked it up.
Patience - again, mostly done toward me... Be it patience enough to wait to fuck (when I was a virgin, or if I didn't know the person well enough to be comfortable) or patience when trying to explain something to me when I was having a blonde moment or on my period. Also, don't try to say that I'm using my period as an excuse for my actions/reactions... That's not true. I am more irritable, but that does not mean that I am not in control of my actions. Emotions, maybe not so much sometimes, but actions I -can- control with a bit of effort. And I wasn't patient enough with them (or myself) to exercise that control when it was my fault for the relationship ending.
Give those three things to the other person and it'll work out! CHRIST what is WRONG with my generation if we can't even give people basic truth, respect, and patience?! (I'm not really one to talk, as you all know by now, but my point still stands!) We are all people. We all have needs and wants, and we certainly all have some level of intellect and emotional need. Recognize that, be in tune to those things when interacting with others, and you'll get the same in return. Life will be a whole lot easier.
I'll link the post that I just made in my book of shadows: CLICK HERE
So yeah, respect. it's a touchy subject for some, because while they were growing up they never received it. and for others it is easily given.
What I'm interested in knowing, however, is how everybody who reads this determines what level of respect is given upon first meeting a new person. (before answering, read my post in my BoS. Disagree with me if you want, as each person is entitled to his or her own opinion.) This is one of the few posts where I will not edit, delete, or censor any responses.
And while we're on the topic of stuff people should learn, let's talk about patience.
Granted I'm not the best at it in certain situations, but I'm working at getting better. Honestly, if a person is patient with me while I'm learning something important to them or while I'm having a brain fart, my respect for that person goes up. I value them as a friend more than I would someone who is condecending or mean while I'm trying to grasp a new concept.
Because let's face it, I'm not the brightest crayon in the box and sometimes learning new things is hard. Other times, it's easy. How long it takes me honestly depends on the subject matter to be learned.
And that's only my opinion... I'm sassy, I'm sometimes super defiant, and downright stubborn when it comes to habits and things I am rather attached to. Imagine someone who is patient with, for example, a senior citizen, or perhaps a small child. The child will consider you a role model for that trait, and the senior citizen will give you more respect and trust.
At least, that's how I see it.
And as far as honesty, that's something I've struggled with a lot... I sometimes still do struggle with it, and have come to accept that. I've at least got it so I don't lie to people that matter to me unless it's a life-and-death matter, and those don't come up very often if at all. For new people however, I struggle in giving them enough respect to tell them the whole, unabridged truth on important matters.
Why? Because I'm afraid of what they'll think of me. Of how they'll judge me. I'm afraid of the consequences. However if I can get over that, and tell them the truth (even if it's missing some details here and there) then I will garner more trust and respect from those I meet.
I learned not to lie the hard way. I lost an at least halfway decent relationship because of it. (Yes, Bryan, I'm talking about you.) I have to admit that I'm still fond of this person, but I also have to admit that I have found someone better... I know that's going to hurt Bryan if he ever reads this, but at least I'm having the decency to put it out there for him to find, if he really wants to know.
I consider him a good friend. He's honest with me, he's smart (about on par with a friggin GENIUS, for crying out loud! The man makes me look like the village idiot! ON CRACK!), he's kind-hearted, and sometimes thoughtful. He's also able to look at a lot of things without bias. And those things make him a wonderful person.
However, Loki... He and I are on the same intelligence level. We can talk about whatever the fuck we want, and understand each other without even thinking about it. He starts a sentence and I finish it. he does a lot of the little things that make my heart just melt, like opening doors and offering to put off his plans because of some whim I had, even if it's a passing one. He's all manner of kind, generous, and understanding. He has does not anger easily (I have yet to anger him... but then again I haven't tried, nor am I going to unless pushed to do so.) and I am quite happy for that. He's funny in a way that I can understand, and we've gone through a lot of the same BULLSHIT in our pasts, so we can be there for one another and actually UNDERSTAND what's going on in the others' head. We like a lot of the same things -music, movies, places, food, scents, books, games, SOME political stuff... and even when we differ on whatever the subject is we don't shove our beliefs down the others' throat or try to prove our point unless asked. Abortion, for example. He's pro-choice, I'm pro-life. Then again, I have a reason to be pro-life... I was adopted. My mother could have killed me before I even took my first breath of air. I would feel dirty if I took that stance. It doesn't feel right to me, and he respects that personal choice of mine. I also respect his belief that a woman should have the choice to go to a licensed doctor to have an abortion done in a sterile environment rather than go to some bum in an ally with a coat hanger, who also happens to be hung over.
But I digress, majorly. RESPECT. HONESTY. PATIENCE. One of those three reasons accounts for why every single one of my past relationships has failed, save the one I'm in now. I've been done both ways on each word, and none of them are really pleasant.
Honesty - Most, if not all, relationships that have failed in my past because of me relate to this topic. I was a huge liar. Though there are a few who lied to me in huge ways (cheating, stealing... all denying it when I had PROOF they were doing it) and I am not friends with these people, nor will I ever be again because of that.
Respect - Mostly towards me, but there was one relationship where I didn't respect the other person involved and majorly fucked it up.
Patience - again, mostly done toward me... Be it patience enough to wait to fuck (when I was a virgin, or if I didn't know the person well enough to be comfortable) or patience when trying to explain something to me when I was having a blonde moment or on my period. Also, don't try to say that I'm using my period as an excuse for my actions/reactions... That's not true. I am more irritable, but that does not mean that I am not in control of my actions. Emotions, maybe not so much sometimes, but actions I -can- control with a bit of effort. And I wasn't patient enough with them (or myself) to exercise that control when it was my fault for the relationship ending.
Give those three things to the other person and it'll work out! CHRIST what is WRONG with my generation if we can't even give people basic truth, respect, and patience?! (I'm not really one to talk, as you all know by now, but my point still stands!) We are all people. We all have needs and wants, and we certainly all have some level of intellect and emotional need. Recognize that, be in tune to those things when interacting with others, and you'll get the same in return. Life will be a whole lot easier.
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