I have no illusions about you. I know you're stupid, frivolous, and mindless, but I love you. I know your goals and ideals are vulgar and ordinary, but I love you. I know you're second-rate, but I love you. I try not to bore you with my love, knowing that would be too much for me to bear, so I keep an eye out for the first signs that my love bores you. Some husbands think that is a kind of power, but I am ready to accept it as a favor.
I think you are being unfair to me. It is unfair for you to blame me because I am stupid, frivolous, and vain. That's how I was brought up, and so were all the girls around me... You can't blame a person for not being able to appreciate music just because he doesn't like symphony concerts. You can't force something that I don't have. It would be unfair to me otherwise. I never lied to you, pretending I could do this or that. What I have is just cute and beautiful, with a lively nature. You don't expect to go to a market stall and buy pearl necklaces and mink coats; you go there to buy tin trumpets and toy balloons.
Officially stopped. See you in the summer of 2021. My old Ford ID is in the comment area. Go to My Old Ford to see the QR code of the reader group. There are cars in the group.
Concept: human nature