The Flowing Doesn't Need To End, Just Beleaf / Belief It And Why Not?

Now, what does it feel (not faal) like when you have a good laugh while in a social groove? Do you recall that down feeling set in, as everyone winces and agrees subsconsciously (in partials often) that was it, the good times are over and you better just be in-to-it not-- lets get sad. Not many social functions can go passed thirty five mins when this feeling is shared. It's usually the joke deliverer looking for a head fake, or a cheap and artificial pump: "I did it, no one beat me or match, thanks, lets just go home now". You can probably observe in the photo that it's the it/individual in the beard that would do it in greatest likelihood. The longer the beard, the sadder it is huh?

Congenta in this continenta-- the it does this because it just wants to be recalled as the best at the gathering, the bright light, the top performer. So it beleaves and believes, and doesn't beleaf or belief in itself, and thus wants to shut it down because of the obvious; it would and could be easily over taken by the next joke or story. That should be it, according to it. It would pillow talk this out and cogenta about that moment for weeks, which is so sad to consider. What a life it must have.

So what do you cogenta about it, do you got it? Yeppa, you could do it. You could tell this story next and not call out the it and watch them melt. Yikes, now that is a factual story that is on-time and damn could they burn on it. Cool babies.