My Reality of Being Invaded

The voice of a young lady shouting, I was shocked and stood there, I could not move. I do not understand what she is saying. She is a small young woman about 5 feet 3 inches with short black hair, eyeshadow's eyes, gray T shirt, company logo and camouflage pants. When I gazed at her and stood there, the barbecue and the smell of chicken penetrated the room. You can see the children playing, coloring and eating. When I close my eyes, the cashier switched on and off, and several men crying out on the television, which are waitress' s voices.

After all, I dislike being in trouble, I do not like affair. I do not like to break into people's space, I do not like to let intrusion into my space. So the whole interaction - very short, hurry and inhibitory hormone - is not my favorite. Praise is different, the topic does not mean people feel good, but means that the cat is feeling good, as if patriarchal is needed to boost confidence

Even if asked to define what "reality" means by using your words a couple of years ago, I definitely will try to provide a persuasive answer. I think that most of the content in the real world is colored and shaped by the flow tale that occurs in my head. Therefore, the actual situation related to my perception of what is happening has become the center of the Venn diagram. For me, reality is a word. By definition, the term "rhetorical" is as follows. It is a language intended to give persuasive or impressive influences to audiences, but often it is considered missing content with sincerity or meaning. It sounds like most of my life. My internal conversation not only convinced me but also I left a special opinion to me (especially the audience), but I did the same thing as the other people. Obviously, in this situation many factors play a role.

Being with my husband is like being in a different reality. The reality that exists before him is substantial and extensive. It is full of possibilities and comfort. Everything can happen to him, and with him, things happen happily. It is like reality through my husband, this is a positive and experienced reality, my reality is hurt by golden light. It is peace to live in this common reality. Among them, I feel loved, safe, powerful and infinite. Little is known about this reality, except for the reality of hurting it forever, fraud, lying and hiding.