Society teaches us that man is the savior of women. He is the one who hunts, who has the physical strength necessary to protect a weaker creature, like the woman he is having a better paid job and he also has the most dangerous jobs. On the other
hand, a friend of mine once said, half in jest, more seriously, it's a woman's sacred duty to save her husband. He meant to save the change to show you what mistakes she made in relation to others and help to repair mistakes. We are talking about an emotional rescue, more than anything else.
In other words, tasks are divided. Man to help me survive, I'm helping him become a man being with a soul more beautiful. Truth is I
I assumed the role of savior for the people around me. Even when I was not what to save them. They found problems and help me to solve. I love the yarn defects to understand people and want to help them and fix them. Even if sometimes those people do not consider that those features are bad.
Anyway, now I'm obviously not everything is different from my idea of \u200b\u200bperfection is that it is wrong. Sometimes things are just different, no degree of comparison. And now I want to be anyone's savior. I do not want to educate. I do not want to bandage, to motivate, to par. I can not fix defective people. Me Who I fix it?
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