Inferiority Complex:A part of a hotel for shy or inadequate feeling people to stay in

 

Two guests meet:

Hello!Shall we play tennis

I’m no good at tennis.
You’re better than I am.
How do you know?You’ve never met me before.
I just know I’m the worst player in the world.
That’s not very scientific.
True,I’m no good at scientific thinking either.
But that means all your ideas about your inferiority are probably wrong…
Yes,I am stupid as well as inferior.
I’m envious of you.I hoped I’d be the most stupid person here.
Well,never mind.You are the most irritating.
Thank you very much.
Don’t thank me.I’m neurotically modest.
What’s neurotic about it?
I only came here for peace and quiet..
So blame me then.
Well.it’s my own fault..I should have gone on a Retreat.
Why did you not?
I’m not spiritual enough.
But I thought God helps the humble.
I’m not humble.I’m conceited about how inferior I am.
I need a degree in logic to understand you.On second thoughts,I’ll go home!
Thank goodness he’s gone.
He was lowlier than thou.

Our human vulnerability

A day of sudden changes.Clouds
cross the sky
like whales swimming North in rows.
The sun was bright,dazzled my eyes
with gold and silver.
Wind cut across my face
like a slap from an angry father..
Those who love can also seem to hate us too..
The lure of that small childish body
tempts them to divert their anger towards it.
When the ones who hurt you
are also the ones you love,
it’s hard to know which direction to run in;
but it usually turns into a circle.
Retreating turns into a new arrival.
Straight lines might be better, though
On a spherical earth
difficult to find.
Even parallel lines meet
In their Riemannian geometry.
So we can never get away
Sometimes the best we manage
Is to increase the circle’s radius.
Though how is hard to know.
Do you love me or hate me?
Do you want me to stay or go?
What do I want?Do I have a me?
The memory of warmth draws us back
Like a cold lonely beast leaving the jungle
To lie down with  what appears to be a lamb,
Surprising the farmer up early to milk his animals,
Finding a strange new one
Looking with tender,puzzled eyes
into His Human Face.

The words will come to those who that desire.

Winnowed was the produce of my heart

And fortune favoured me upon that day.
For what remained was worthy of respect
And helped me rise above the fumes and fray.

The consciousness of good was well received
My soul and heart were like soaked bread in wine.
Although I did not doubt the creative word
To gain this mark of honour  made it mine.

As being so prolific is a feat,
And  work well done is cherished and admired
Then I shall rest and  let my mind roam free
Replenishing again my inner fires.

The labourer is worthy of his hire.
The words will come to those who that desire.

Fortify from fortis in Latin

Stan’s time has come

Sun through trees
  Oh,Stanley Brown is ninety one.

His time to procreate has come!

His lover is now having twins!

See how Stanley grins.

Oh Stanley’s cat is called Emile.

He likes mouse pie and conger eels.

He watches Stanley making out.

He’s curious no doubt!

Why does Emile not find a mate?

Perhaps Emile  has left it far too late.

Though he has serviced twenty cats.

And killed so many rats.

But none of Emile’s lady mates

Stayed with him past their due date.

So Emile is a bachelor.

He’s peeping through the bedroom door.

He’s watching how these humans mate.

They seem to kiss and celebrate.

They sleep wrapped in each others arms.

This kind of love has charms.

So Emile wants to go online,

To find a site called “Yours is mine.”

He wants to find a sweet,sweet wife.

And live the loving life.

We must give Emile privacy,

Just like we permit Stanley.

They must not be in photo-shoots,

No matter that they’re cute.

Annie gets up in the night.

She keeps peeing,that’s alright.

She’s peeing now for two or three.

Her kidneys are busy.

Stanley brings her morning tea,

Emile notes in his diary.

She wears a dress and looks so bright.

What a cheerful sight.

Stanley has a his pension now.

Will they have child allowance too?

Age Concern will check on that,

While Emile’s on his mat.

Do you think Stan is far too old

To father twins and be so bold?

Should he forfeit his freedom pass?

He’s not short of brass.

Oh,George Osborne is coming round.

He wants to take the old man’s crown
[an old English coin]

He wants to punish older folk.

Ain’t he an evil bloke?

He thinks he will be Camerons’ heir!

He smiles a bit like Tony Blair.

He thinks we’ll all forget his tricks.

And we’ll just take his kicks.

But Stan and Annie organize

A protest march of the Oldies.

Not many are expecting twins,

Not when the march begins!

As you grow old, don’t give up life.

You take a lover or a wife.

You organise campaigns and march

From Camden town to Marble Arch
You sing Dylan and play guitars.

You know what’s right and it matters.

You don’t leave life to other folk.

Oh,Stan’s a great old bloke.

Politics is for us all.

So get involved whilst you can crawl.

Make protests in your own sweet way.

Go on, begin today

So in future I shall marry ten!

Exasperated was I by my cat.
Who on my  soft lap  rarely sat
But he lay on the mat
With his head on my foot
Unless perchance he smelled a rat.

You see I miss cuddling my man
And ,by mistake, only had one.
So when he passed on
Of hugs I got none.
So in future I shall marry ten!

Exasperate

exasperate

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verb ig-ZASS-puh-rayt

1 : to excite the anger of : enrage

2 : to cause irritation or annoyance to

Examples

Lila quickly became exasperated by her new roommate’s habit of leaving her dirty dishes in the sink.

“‘Bless me, Father, for I have sinned’ are the first words we hear from Mannix, a married Catholic who exasperates his priest in Confession by asking forgiveness on an almost daily basis.” — Peter Travers, Rolling Stone, 23 Feb. 2016


Did You Know?

Exasperate hangs with a rough crowd. It derives from exasperatus, the past participle of the Latin verb exasperare, which in turn was formed by combining ex– with asper, meaning “rough.” Another descendant of asper in English is asperity, which can refer to the roughness of a surface or the roughness of someone’s temper. Another relative, albeit a distant one, is the English word spurn, meaning “to reject.” Lest you wish to exasperate your readers, you should take care not to confuse exasperate with the similar-sounding exacerbate, another Latin-derived verb that means “to make worse,” as in “Their refusal to ask for help only exacerbated the problem.”