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lately, I notice how low selectivity against other people is, unfortunately, leading to different emotional traumas, disappointments, turmoil, and sometimes disasters.

Yes, our lives are continuously coming people. Coming and going, sometimes going back. Our environment is quite plastic, and it is changing with us. Friends, acquaintances, favorite is not always "filtered" by us, but have a significant impact on our life, its quality and content, on our health and well-being.

Perhaps someone it will seem too cynical or rational, but I find the filter on the input in the environment, and in the process of human interaction — it is a sensible principle.

This filter sounds like an internal question addressed to another person: "What do you bring to my life?" If you trample on the doorstep? Do the mess? Open Windows or zashtorivayut them? How to change the atmosphere in my home-the life of your parish? Fragrance if the fragrance, or the air is stale and heavy, and his eyes wet with pepper spray? And what about sounds? Whether inspiring "Viennese Waltz" by Strauss? Or hover hysterically-annoying notes of hard rock? Maybe music with your parish literally nailed to the floor in despair "Requiem for a dream"?

Yes, regularly measuring their feelings by embedding them in visual-olfactory-acoustic, sensual images - in the best tradition of techniques emotionally-shaped therapy - really understand — that bears people in our lives. Some thieves bring cute Easter baskets with fragrant buns, bolls, drops, crystal decanters of sparkling wine, boxes with treasure and other amenities. Others handed us a bucket of nails, moldy cheese (not deli "Camembert", and our "Russian", only with mold), a chest with stones, and even red Apple Snow white...

listening Carefully to how we feel next to a particular person, we learn to discern all those gifts. If we are in the first stages of contact, we notice the barometer of your condition, while keeping your eyes open reality (and in control of their fantasies), then we have a great tool of choice to accept the gifts of a particular person to keep in his life, or to put the door.



Grishina Olga