There is no limit to insolence
In the Jewish state there is a perception that if you are single at thirty plus (and especially if you are a woman and not a man), you must be very stressed about children and of course you should also explain if you are not.
Question
Yesterday I was sitting in a health fund and a nice woman in her sixties sat down next to me. In two seconds we managed to become friends and started talking about knitting, grandchildren and alcohol. After a few minutes she suddenly asked if I was married and how old I was. I told her I was thirty-eight years old and unmarried. She said "Oh, too bad. Say, don't you want a child?
I can't understand the audacity that people have in the State of Israel. The fact that you are single does not give the whole world the right to be held accountable every quarter of an hour. What do you say?
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I say it's about time we got out of our underwear. It happens to me every time, and it's interesting that it happens specifically at the health fund - a very strange phenomenon. In the Jewish state there is a perception that if you are single at thirty plus (and especially if you are a woman and not a man), you must be very stressed about children and of course you should also explain if you are not. For example, I was asked by a very nice lady, why I don't want children.
I'll tell you what I don't want, nosy and rude lady like you. I don't want to pour out my entire world philosophy, my entire life history, nor my decisions about the future. I don't know you, I don't know who you are and I have no idea what you want from me and why you think this is a legitimate question. You are not my mother, you are not my grandmother and I don't always reveal everything to them either.
So, my dear, rightly spoiled - the next time you are asked this question, I suggest you practice the following answer: "If I want children? mmm… I do not know. And what's going on with you? Have you already gotten over the itching from the fungus in the pubic area?
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Yesterday I went on a date with a guy who sounded funny and nice to me on the phone. He came to pick me up and on the way to the cafe he got a call from some girl. He didn't bother to tell her that she was on speaker phone or that someone else could hear her and thus he had a very intimate conversation with her for ten minutes, in front of my burning ears. I wanted to get out of the car at that moment, but I didn't have the courage. After he finished, I asked him if he thought it was polite to have personal conversations on speakerphone, when the other party didn't even know he was being listened to. He grinned and told me that I was exaggerating and that he had nothing to hide. I don't understand - are they really that retarded, or is it just me?
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Poor Sister in Trouble: Yes, they are really retarded. There are more, there are less, but one of theirs is worth ten of ours. That's how it is in the world. We have a womb and brain and they have a dick and that's it. Sorry? what did you say? Is that not right? Allow me to chuckle slightly. Jupiter is just the name of a star. Come on, buy a chocolate popsicle (with crackers) and forget about it. Until the wedding it will pass.
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