Good or evil, dignity and honor, honesty and respect, pity and sympathy, compassion or indifference... What will we show by doing things? Our choice is very important, but its evaluation is also important. Especially when we become our own judges. Journalism school students are thinking about this useful activity today.
And nothing can be fixed...
Every person has experienced situations in life for which he later felt ashamed. Unfortunately, I am no exception. I also had a story, remembering which I feel very ashamed. And nothing can be fixed, but I would really like to.
I studied in the 4th grade. Graduation in elementary school was approaching. I was very happy and seriously prepared for it. And although she was not so mature, she was still preoccupied with many things. I didn't notice anyone around me.
One day, when I was returning home after school, I heard a scream. I was getting closer and closer to the sound and suddenly I saw the following picture: dogs were circling around a girl about my age. They attacked her, biting her, but she fought them off as best she could. I was overcome with fear, as I was terribly afraid of dogs. I ran home screaming and told my parents everything, and since this was happening not far from our house, I brought them there. But there was no one there anymore.
The next day I found out that this girl was from a neighboring yard and that she was seriously injured. She ended up in the hospital with multiple bites. I felt very ashamed. There was too much preoccupation with the upcoming holiday, confusion, fear, and I was unable to provide the help that girl needed.
Violetta BELENKOVA, student of Rasskazovskaya school No. 3
The clearing has become clean
Last summer, my friends and I rode our bikes to the river. It was a long drive, but we were excited about the upcoming fun.
While we were driving, we got a little tired. Arriving at the appointed place, we were amazed by what we saw. People who vacationed here before us left large piles of garbage. At first we were a little confused, but then a friend suggested we remove it all. Everyone agreed. After our efforts, the clearing became clean again. And we were proud and pleased with ourselves.
Anna GUSEVA, 9th grade student at the Ilovai-Dmitrievsk school in the Pervomaisky district
I'm still ashamed
I would like to talk about an act that happened to me in childhood and which I am still ashamed of.
Then I was about six years old, and in the summer I was visiting my grandmother in the village. We got a little kitten - tabby and very cute. I don't remember what I called him. Perhaps he was Murzik, or perhaps not. But it is not important. In the village I had a friend named Nastya. Playing with her on the street, we set up a game store. The sale included jars of liquid dirty sand, which we scooped from the bottom of a barrel of water. An unfortunate kitten was taken as a mud taster. I still can't figure out what we were thinking when we force-fed him that sand. However, at that time we little understood that this was under no circumstances possible. Fortunately, the kitten did not die - at least not in front of me. He died much later and, as I would like to believe, not because of our stupid experiments (and we fed him this way more than once).
Ten years have passed since then, many events and details have been erased from memory. But I still remember about that poor kitten, who fell into the hands of foolish children, with shame and guilt for what I did.
Ksenia DYAKOVA, 10th grade student at school No. 31 in Tambov
I stand up for the weak
I always stand up for those people who are offended by the powerful, laughed at, humiliated.
I just don't like it when strong people humiliate weak people. After all, the weak cannot always stand up for themselves, or they simply do not want to ask for help. And if I see that the strong offend the weak, order him, call him names, beat him, and the weak suffer in silence, then I will never leave it like that, even if the person is not familiar to me. I always try to stand up for him and help. And if I don’t do this or am afraid, then I will feel bad because I didn’t help this person. This is what I call a good deed.
Valeria DUBOVITSKAYA, 8th grade student at Staroyurievskaya School
No need to make fun of a person
We all do different things. In the life of each of us there will probably be someone for whom we are ashamed. Everyone has their own, I have one too...
I have a classmate. She is a little overweight, and every time she passes by, she becomes a topic of discussion. One day, as usual, we had a similar conversation. And it just so happened that this girl accidentally heard it. After that she ran away and cried for a long time. No one ever said another word on this topic. And I asked her for forgiveness for a long time. I hope she has forgiven me.
This situation was a big lesson for me. There is no need to make fun of a person if he is not like everyone else. You need to treat people with understanding.
Alexandra SHUBINA, Children's Art House in Rasskazovo
I was scolded, but I...
One hot summer day, at the request of a neighbor, I walked with her mother, Baba Varya.
The weather was sultry outside, the summer sun was shining very brightly and warmed everyone with its soft rays. It was almost impossible to find cool shade to hide from the heat. Baba Varya, being an old woman, quickly got tired and wanted to drink. I, having decided not to torment the old lady with climbing the stairs, left her sitting on a bench near the house, and I ran inside to get a bottle of water.
Trying to do everything quickly, because the old lady might become ill, I jumped out of the entrance with a bottle of refreshing moisture in my hands and saw that my fears had come true: Baba Varya really felt very ill. To get to her bench, I had to cross the road. And I was about to do this, when suddenly I saw a huge truck rushing along the road, hurrying to deliver groceries to the store. Without thinking twice, I decided that the old woman might not be able to withstand that much time, and ran along the road, almost getting run over by the wheels...
After they found out about this, they began to scold and shame me, because I could have died. But from all these words I was not the least bit ashamed, but, on the contrary, I was proud of myself.
Tamara SARGSYAN, Morshansk Children's Children's Center
From "Coeval". Maybe when helping one person, you shouldn’t forget about other people? About parents who are worried: how will they cope with the news of an accident with their child; about the driver whom the girl could get under the wheels of: his life would also be greatly complicated by this incident; about yourself in the end: life could have ended at such a young age... Be sensitive and attentive to those who are nearby, who value you and love you.
I hope I forgive you...
There was also an act in my life for which I am still ashamed.
We had a meeting in our class. Everyone was making noise and the teacher was unhappy with our behavior. When they began to find out the reasons for the extraneous conversations, they also asked me: “Do you talk about trifles in class?” And I answered: “Yes, but only because my desk neighbor is distracting me.”
The next day my friend didn’t talk to me. I asked her for forgiveness, and she forgave me. But I am still ashamed of my actions.
Veronika SHMELEVA, 7th grade student at Rzhaksinsky school No. 2
My four-legged friends
All people in life have actions for which they are ashamed or, on the contrary, they are proud of them. I also had such cases.
When I was nine years old, at that time I was in the 3rd grade, the teacher gave me a bad grade in the world around me. I was very offended by him for this. The next day I came to school, armed with buttons. The bell rang and I placed the button on the chair. The teacher came in, sat on the button and... screamed loudly. Of course, my mother was called to school. When I grew up, I was ashamed of this act in front of the teacher.
This is an action that I am proud of. At that time I was seven years old. One day I was walking down the street and saw a man beating a dog. I felt very sorry for her, and I asked permission to take her for myself. A year passed, I was walking home from school and again I saw a small stray dog. I took that too. Now I'm 14 years old and I have six dogs. I love them very much and take care of them.
Ksenia DRONOVA, 8th grade student at Staroyurievskaya school
A person always has a choice
I have the opinion that nowadays people are afraid to do good deeds. A person, before he commits any action, always has a choice. Sometimes that choice is: be a hero or remain a person who will be despised. But there may be people who will consider your action wrong. But this is their choice.
I will give an example of a good deed. True, this is not about me, but I want to talk about it. On social networks, one man wrote that once in his childhood, when he was little, he and his dad went to the circus. A large family stood in front of them at the box office for tickets. The children really wanted to go to the circus. The family was low-income, and when they bought tickets, they didn’t have enough money. Then the boy’s father, without thinking twice, took and put the money next to the man who was paying for the tickets of this large family, saying: “Man, you lost money.”
After this act, the boy was very proud of his father. And they went to the circus another time.
Tatyana CHURILOVA, 8th grade student of the Chashchinsky branch of the Muchkap school
Photo by Anna Berketova
please help me by tomorrow I need an essay on the topic “an act for which I am ashamed” and I received the best answer
Answer from Berikovna[active]
It seems to me that the best thing here is some act of childhood. (real or fictional). She was kind of stupid, she didn’t even know what it would lead to... or then for the first time I learned what conscience and shame are, but I didn’t even know what they were... la-la. . And then I felt very ashamed of my action. I was angry with myself... But my mother explained that people tend to make mistakes.... etc. I realized this, but I am still ashamed of what... in general, in such a scheme.
Source: imho
Answer from Oriy Bugai[newbie]
Ohohokhushki, in general it was in the 4th grade. My friend and I were very interested to find out where the boys, our classmates, live and where they go after school. And one day after school we went after them. Approaching closer to their house, they noticed us. There were only two of them. And I really wanted them to pay attention to me and began to attract the attention of boys, etc. When they already started communicating with me, etc. Then I wanted them to understand that I am a daring and strong thing. Well, I blurted out about them there. They got angry and started coming closer and closer to me. Of course, I was scared, I wanted to apologize, but as they say, I had thin guts. And when they were a centimeter away from me, I hit one of them in the nose with a shift until it bled. And then I felt very ashamed that I had injured a person, for the sake of my reputation I would seem like a daring little thing.
Answer from MARINA*SEAWAVE[guru]
Have you really still not done a single thing that you would be ashamed of? You are either an angel or an unprincipled person with no sense of shame. You should be ashamed that you can't even think of such an act. Shame on you, Nastyushka - you're not a stupid girl!
Answer from .:::Bogdan Bo®isovich.:::™[newbie]
I should have sent a teacher to a place where there is no sun... and then write an essay about it! in duplicate! one as an essay about an action for which you are ashamed and the other as an explanatory note (for the director)
DO NOT LIE
I I studied for a very long time. There were still gymnasiums back then. And teachers then put marks in the diary for each lesson asked. They gave any score - from five to one inclusive.
And I was very small when I entered the gymnasium, the preparatory class. I was only seven years old.
And I still didn’t know anything about what happens in gymnasiums. And for the first three months I literally walked around in a fog.
And then one day the teacher ordered us to memorize a poem: “The moon shines merrily over the village, White snow sparkles with a blue light...”. But I didn’t memorize this poem. And I didn't hear what the teacher said. I didn’t hear because the boys who were sitting behind either slapped me on the back of the head with a book, or smeared ink on my ear, or pulled my hair and, when I jumped up in surprise, put a pencil or eraser under me. And for this reason, I sat in the classroom, scared, and listened all the time to what else the boys sitting behind me were planning against me.
And the next day, as luck would have it, the teacher called me and ordered me to recite the assigned poem by heart. And I not only didn’t know him, but I didn’t even suspect that there were such poems in the world. But out of timidity, I did not dare to tell the teacher that I did not know these verses. And completely stunned, he stood at his desk, not saying a word.
But then the boys began to suggest these poems to me. And thanks to this, I began to babble what they whispered to me.
And at that time I had a chronic runny nose, and I couldn’t hear well in one ear, and therefore had difficulty understanding what they were telling me. I somehow managed to pronounce the first lines. But when it came to the phrase: “The cross under the clouds burns like a candle,” I said: “The crackling under the boots, like a candle, it hurts...”
Here there was laughter among the students. And the teacher laughed too. He said:
“Come on, give me your diary here, I’ll give you a one.”
And I cried because it was my first unit and I still didn’t know what happened.
After school my little sister Lelya came to pick me up so that we could go home together.
On the way, I took the diary out of my backpack, unfolded it to the page where the unit was written, and said to Lele:
- Lelya, look what it is. The teacher gave me this for the poem “The moon shines merrily over the village.”
Lelya looked and laughed. She said:
- Minka, this is bad. It was your teacher who gave you a bad grade in Russian. This is so bad that I doubt that dad will give you a photographic device for your name day, which will be in two weeks.
I said:
- What should we do?
Lelya said:
– One of our students took and glued two pages in her diary, where she had a unit. Her dad drooled on his fingers, but couldn’t peel it off and never saw what was there.
I said:
- Lelya, it’s not good to deceive your parents.
Lelya laughed and went home. And in a sad mood I went into the city garden, sat down on a bench there and, unfolding the diary, looked with horror at the unit.
I sat in the garden for a long time. Then I went home. But when I approached the house, I suddenly remembered that I had left my diary on a bench in the garden. I ran back. But in the garden on the bench there was no longer my diary.
At first I was scared, and then I was glad that now I no longer have the diary with this terrible unit with me.
I came home and told my father that I had lost my diary. And Lelya laughed and winked at me when she heard these words of mine.
The next day, the teacher, having learned that I had lost the diary, gave me a new one.
I opened this new diary with the hope that this time there was nothing bad there, but there again there was a one against the Russian language, even more bold than before.
And then I felt so frustrated and so angry that I threw this diary behind the bookcase that stood in our classroom.
Two days later, the teacher, having learned that I did not have this diary, filled out a new one. And besides a one in the Russian language, he gave me a two in behavior. And he told my father to definitely look at my diary.
When I met Lelya after the lesson, she told me:
– It wouldn’t be a lie if we temporarily sealed the page. And a week after your name day, when you receive the camera, we will peel it off and show dad what was there.
I really wanted to get a photographic camera, and Lelya and I taped up the corners of the ill-fated page of the diary.
In the evening dad said:
- Come on, show me your diary. It’s interesting to know if you picked up any units.
Dad began to look at the diary, but did not see anything bad there, because the page was taped over.
But when dad was looking at my diary, someone rang the bell on the stairs.
Somebody came woman and said:
– The other day I was walking in the city garden and there on a bench I found a diary. I recognized the address from the last name and brought it to you so that you could tell me if your son lost this diary.
Dad looked at the diary and, seeing one there, understood everything.
He didn't yell at me. He just said quietly:
– People who lie and deceive are funny and comical, because sooner or later their lies will always be revealed. And there was never a case in the world where any of the lies remained unknown.
I, red as a lobster, stood in front of dad, and I was ashamed of his quiet words. I said:
- Here's another one, my third diary with a unit, I threw it behind a bookcase at school.
Instead of getting even more angry with me, dad smiled and beamed. He grabbed me in his arms and started kissing me. He said:
“The fact that you admitted this made me extremely happy.” You confessed something that could have remained unknown for a long time. And this gives me hope that you will no longer lie. And for this I will give you a camera.
When Lelya heard these words, she thought that dad had gone crazy in his mind and was now giving gifts to everyone not for fives, but for ones.
And then Lelya came up to dad and said:
“Daddy, I also got a bad grade in physics today because I didn’t learn my lesson.”
But Lelya’s expectations were not met. Dad got angry with her, kicked her out of his room and told her to sit down with her books immediately.
And then in the evening, when we were going to bed, the bell suddenly rang.
It was my dad who came teacher. And he said to him:
– Today we were cleaning our classroom, and behind the bookcase we found your son’s diary. How do you like this little liar and deceiver, who abandoned his diary so that you would not see him?
Dad said:
– I have already heard about this diary personally from my son. He himself admitted to this act. So there is no reason to think that my son is an incorrigible liar and deceiver.
The teacher told dad:
- Oh, that's it! You already know this. In this case, it is a misunderstanding. Sorry. Good night.
And I, lying in my bed, hearing these words, cried bitterly. And he promised himself to always tell the truth.
And indeed, children, I always do this.
Ah, sometimes it can be very difficult, but my heart is cheerful and calm.
Questions for attentiveness to children
- How old is the hero of the story? (7 years)
- Why didn't Minka know that he had to learn the poem??
(the boys who were sitting behind either slapped me on the back of the head with a book, or smeared ink on my ear, or pulled my hair and, when I jumped up in surprise, put a pencil or an eraser under me. And for this reason, I sat in the class, scared and I kept listening all the time to see what else the boys sitting behind me were planning against me).
- Why didn't he tell the teacher about this?
(out of timidity, I did not dare to tell the teacher that I did not know these verses. And completely stunned, I stood at my desk, without uttering a word).
- Why did Minka have trouble hearing?
(at that time I had a chronic runny nose, and I couldn’t hear well in one ear and therefore had difficulty understanding what they told me)
- Why were the boys laughing at him?
(When it came to the phrase: “The cross under the clouds burns like a candle,” I said: “The crackling under the boots, like a candle, it hurts...” Then there was laughter among the students.)
- What did his sister Lelka say when she found out about the unit?
(Minka, this is bad. It was your teacher who gave you a bad grade in Russian. This is so bad that I doubt that dad will give you a photographic device for your name day, which will be in two weeks).
- How did Minka react to Lelya’s proposal to cover the pages?
(Lelya, it’s not good to deceive your parents)
- Why did he leave the diary in the garden?
(in a sad mood I went into the city garden, sat down on a bench there and, unfolding my diary, looked at the unit in horror. I sat in the garden for a long time. Then I went home. But when I approached the house, I suddenly remembered that I had left my diary on the bench in the garden)
- Why do you think Minka told his father that he had lost the diary and did not say that there was one in it?
- Why did he throw the new diary his teacher gave him behind the closet?
(I unwrapped this new diary with hope that this time there was nothing bad there, but there again there was one against the Russian language, still more fatty than before.
And then I felt like this annoyed and so angry, that he threw this diary behind the bookcase that stood in our classroom).
- How was the third diary different from the first and second?
(except for a one in Russian, the teacher there gave me a bad in behavior)
- What did Lelya propose to do with the third diary?
(It wouldn't be a lie if we temporarily sealed the page. And a week after your name day, when you receive the camera, we will peel it off and show dad what was there)
- How did dad find out about the unit?
(someone came woman and said: “The other day I was walking in the city garden and there on a bench I found a diary. I recognized the address from the last name and brought it to you so that you could tell me if your son lost this diary.” Dad looked at the diary and, seeing one there, understood everything).
- What did dad say about lying?
(People who lie and deceive are funny and comical, because sooner or later their lies will always be revealed. And there has never been a case in the world where any of the lies remained unknown).
- How did daddy’s words affect Minka?
(red as a lobster, he stood in front of dad, and I was ashamed of his quiet words. I said:
“Here’s another one, my third diary with one, I threw it behind a bookcase at school”).
- What was dad's reaction to Minka's confession that he threw his diary behind the closet?
(Instead of getting even more angry with me, dad smiled and beamed. He grabbed me in his arms and began to kiss me. He said: “The fact that you admitted this made me extremely happy. You admitted something that could have been for a long time remain anonymous. And this is for me gives hope that you won't lie anymore. And for this I will give you a camera”).
- Why did dad get angry with Lelya when he found out about her failing grade?
( she thought that dad gone crazy in my mind and now everyone gives gifts not for fives, but for ones. And then Lelya came up to dad and said: “Daddy, I too today got a bad mark in physics, because didn't learn lesson.” But Lelya’s expectations were not met. Dad got angry with her, kicked her out of his room and told her to sit down with her books immediately).
- Why did the teacher come?
(the classroom was being cleaned, and behind the bookcase we found your son’s diary. How do you like this little liar and deceiver who threw his diary so that you wouldn’t see him)
- Why was dad proud of his son despite the one and two??
(I have already heard about this diary personally from my son. He himself admitted to this act. So there is no reason to think that my son is an incorrigible liar and deceiver).
- What lesson did Minka learn and what did he promise himself?
( I promised myself to always tell the truth. And indeed, children, I always do this.
Ah, sometimes it can be very difficult, but my heart is cheerful and calm).
3. Put yourself in the shoes of each character in the story: describe him with 2-3 adjectives and defend his opinion
1) Minka(confused, fearful, angry)
2) Dad
3) Teacher(strict, with humor)
4) Lelya(smart, resourceful...)
Talk about an action “for which I was ashamed”
In my not stormy life, I have committed various actions. Among them there are those that I am proud of and those that I am ashamed of. Sometimes, thinking about the long past, you want to go back and fix everything. Say different words. Do it differently.
One of these cases was at school.
I was in a class that all the teachers were afraid of. The teachers did not choose us, but we chose the teacher. If the teacher could not find a common language with us, then the lessons were disrupted, the teacher ran to complain to the director, and another teacher came to us for another lesson. Usually it was in the first days of the new school year, when some new teacher came to us, who thought that we needed to be tough with people like us. But basically, we got along with the teachers.
Things were different with the life safety teacher. He didn't yell at us. He didn't talk to us. Not a single student would turn his tongue to call him a teacher. He was just serving his lesson. It looked like this. During recess, we entered the classroom and sat down at our desks. At this time, the “obzheshnik” was sitting at his table and reading something. Or just looked out the window. As soon as the bell rang, the teacher stood near the blackboard and began reading the lesson from a manual or notebook. Occasionally he sketched something on the board. I never saw in his hands a model of a Kalashnikov assault rifle, or even a first aid kit. One single time we were given gas masks. This was a lesson in which the head teacher was present, after one of the parents complained that they did not teach us anything about life safety. This amazed us so much that the entire class, including all the girls, very quickly learned how to properly put on gas masks and check the functionality of the filter.
And so the teacher stood at the blackboard and read the lesson. At the same time, he did not pay attention to any of our actions. With each lesson we tested his patience level. It got to the point that some were playing cards, some were just going out to smoke, some were kissing their classmates in the back desks. Somehow we calmly drank Amaretto liqueur, which, at that time, could be bought at any stall. But nothing bothered the “cooker”. He was still standing at the blackboard and reading something at the blackboard.
During one of these lessons, we sat in the back desks and didn’t know what to do. It was already spring. There were less than a couple of months left before the summer holidays. I wanted to go outside. The teacher's steady, quiet reading induced sleep. The whole class was clearly bored. My desk neighbor started making airplanes and flying them around the class. This fascinated me too. And we began to compete to see whose plane could fly the farthest. And then the proposal came: “Come on, who’s going to get caught in the robbery?” This is where we should have stopped... But the permissiveness that was present in all previous lessons clouded our brains. We launched the planes at the same time. And they hit at the same time. The teacher stopped reading something that might be useful to us. The class fell silent. Everyone was waiting. The teacher stood there for a minute, looking around at everyone. I closed the manual. He put it on the table and... left the office. The entire class had only one version of "Follow the Headmaster!"
Five minutes passed. Ten. The bell rang. But there was no director or teacher. We went to another lesson in bewilderment.
And two days later we found out that life safety lessons were being replaced by physical education, because the life safety teacher quit and became a supply manager. And the next school year he no longer worked at school.
And now I’m writing and I’m ashamed of my action. Back then, as children, we didn’t care what happened to a person. And after school, I once talked about this incident in the company, when it came to all sorts of incidents happening at school. And it dawned on me why this teacher was the way he was. He became a “cooker” when he was already a pensioner. His wife was a very powerful woman. She worked as the director of the music school at our school. You need to look for a worse teacher and person. And I think that the life safety teacher really didn’t like what he was doing. And even having such a wife. Probably everything that surrounded him was not what he dreamed of. And then we are juvenile hooligans. These two airplanes were the last straw that overflowed the glass of his patience. And I’m still ashamed of these airplanes.
Useful tips
We are all human, and people, as we know, tend to make mistakes. Some of them we do by accident, we go to others deliberately. One way or another, if you are a completely normal person who received a decent upbringing from your parents, you tend to regret the mistakes you have made.
Of course, the mistakes that we regret can be different: you can, for example, drive through a red light, and then regret what you did due to a large fine; You can invest money in a non-profitable enterprise, and then regret losing it.
However, these are errors of a different kind. It’s not so much shame for them as it is unpleasant – after all, in this case we have lost something, including our time. But every day we commit simple offenses which can be completely avoided, and for which one can be truly ashamed: in front of family, friends, in front of strangers, in front of oneself. What kind of actions are these?
Behaviors and actions that cause shame
Yelled at or hit a child
We should make a reservation right away - beating a child is in no way suitable as an educational method! This was also recognized by the famous Soviet teacher Makarenko, in whose biography there was only one case when he hit his pupil.
It must be admitted that Makarenko had a difficult time, since his charges were street children, who had to be re-educated at any cost. Otherwise, they would be on a slippery slope that could very well turn them into hardened criminals.
But if you hit your child or yelled at him in anger instead of trying to be patient and reach out to your child, then you should blame yourself and only yourself. After all, it was you who raised him from early childhood, and, therefore, it was you who missed something in this upbringing, since you have to constantly shout or allow assault.
What is the right thing to do when a child does not listen?
A child is a person. Yes, a personality that has not yet fully formed; but to hit a child means to hit a developing personality, to implant in the child’s brain the concept that it is permissible to resolve issues using force. Moreover, forces against a obviously weaker person.
In order not to reproach yourself for this later, you should constantly remember one rule: you can always come to an agreement with a child if you show sufficient patience and adult ingenuity. But in order to make this task easier for yourself in the future, you should pursue a similar policy from early childhood, without letting the situation take its course.
There's no need to make excuses if you do not have enough strength and patience to take care of your child from early childhood. You have taken on this burden of responsibility, so you need to be aware of its full depth, as well as the consequences that your laziness and intolerance can lead to. Therefore, you have no one to blame for your temper but yourself.
When you do wrong
Forgot to congratulate a loved one on the holiday
To be honest, each of us sometimes forgot to congratulate a friend on his birthday, his parents on his wedding anniversary, and his other half on the day we met. The stronger half of humanity most often suffers from such forgetfulness, although, for sure, many ladies have found themselves in a similar situation.
It seems that there is nothing wrong with this: you can call the next day, apologize, citing a bunch of things to do. However You should never justify your forgetfulness with actions. You might be surprised to see how touchy people you know can be!
If you try to refer to deeds, the person whom you did not congratulate may decide that your deeds are more important than his joyful event, which you simply had to remember! Usually with such forgetfulness a wall is built, which arises between old friends who are forced to communicate quite rarely.
How to remember to congratulate a loved one on the holiday?
But there are situations when you deliberately did not want to congratulate someone for the reason that this someone forgot to congratulate you. This happens quite often. But think about it: is the forgetfulness of your loved one or acquaintance worth it to show such petty vindictiveness? However, most often we simply forget about the need to congratulate...
To avoid getting into such an awkward situation, use a few minutes of free time and enter all important dates, with which you should congratulate your loved ones, in the organizer of your phone or computer. This will prevent you from feeling guilty and apologizing for your forgetfulness.
Got drunk at a corporate party
Let's be honest - we love to go for a walk. I especially want to relax after a hard day at work. And it would be a sin not to do this if the management itself organizes a corporate holiday, which is designed to unite the team together, to give all employees the opportunity to feel like one big friendly family.
It's a good thing, of course, but For some of its participants, a corporate party can turn from a holiday into a real hell, after which it is embarrassing not only to appear in front of your colleagues, but even to look at yourself in the mirror. And how many family scandals have resulted from such gatherings!
The reason why people get drunk at corporate events is clear. Sometimes tension in a team can be relieved only with the help of a fair amount of alcohol. And when dancing on the table or hugging the toilet starts (or someone just ends up face-first in the salad), someone from the “support group” will definitely be nearby with their mobile phone camera turned on.
How can you look your colleagues in the eyes without shame after a corporate party?
Finding yourself a YouTube star in such a situation is something few people smile at. What to do, so as not to lose face in front of the team, and then not be painfully ashamed of a few hours of euphoria? Don't go to corporate events? Not an option.
The first step is to objectively assess your drinking capabilities. If alcohol is not your thing, you should either not drink at all (which not everyone does), or choose one drink and under no circumstances change it throughout the evening.
Never lose sight of your glass or shot glass. Enterprising colleagues, knowing your intolerance to alcohol, can, for example, pour vodka into your champagne, in anticipation of the performance that might follow.
Talk to a colleague who can be trusted with your honor and conscience. Let him or her keep an eye on you and, if you have had too much, try to send you home in a taxi as quickly as possible, giving you the opportunity to avoid continuing the banquet. The main thing is that the colleague is reliable, otherwise soon the two of you will be filmed dancing on the table.
Bad human actions that can be avoided
They did not help a man on the street
Responsiveness and the desire to help a stranger on the street, alas, can hardly be called a trait inherent in each of our people. Often we rush to pass by someone lying on the lawn or on a bench, believing (sometimes rightly) that the person is completely drunk.
But are you always sure of this? And even if so, can’t a drunk person need help? It is safe to say that many of us can’t get the situation out of our heads, in which we, seeing such a picture, quickened our pace, hastening to retreat as quickly as possible.
What thoughts come to us at this moment? Do we think that a person could really feel bad, and we showed indifference only because we were not taught to be more responsive? A feeling of guilt appears, which goes away after some time. Until we find ourselves in the same situation again.
How can you help a person on the street?
To live in harmony with your conscience, you should at least try to find out whether the person in the park or on the bench really needs help. You should be especially careful in the cold season, when because of your indifference a person may simply die! But not much is required from you - come up, inquire about how you are feeling, and then call an ambulance or the police.
Alas, this is the maximum that, in our realities, any person who finds himself, God forbid, in such a situation, can expect from his fellow citizens. It is not customary for us to run home for a blanket, cover someone who is lying down, or drink tea. In this case it is necessary rely on the consciousness of social service workers, ambulance and police. But at least you should try to help!
Being rude to a stranger
Are you in a bad mood? Family relationships aren't working out, you can't find a common language with your team, have you received a beating from your superiors at work? Or just broke a nail after just leaving the nail salon?
Certainly, all the above situations do not add to the mood. And then at the checkout counter in a supermarket you came across an inert cashier who, in your opinion, could work three times faster. Or you were bumped into by an inattentive passerby who was walking with his head down and therefore not looking around. Well, how can you not lose your temper and be rude?!
How to kill rudeness in yourself in the bud?
And yet... It is unlikely that you are such an evil person that being rude towards another gives you satisfaction! Think about this first. Secondly, any adequate person understands that by acting out your bad mood on an innocent person, you will only worsen the situation.
Not only will you increase the degree of your irritability, but you can also run into rudeness in response. After all, everyone knows the immutable law - rudeness begets rudeness! As a result, you come home in the worst mood, and even with remorse. And if you come across your family in such a mood...
A person who does bad things: how not to provoke him?
It's hard to control yourself. However, this is how we differ from animals in that we have the ability to restrain our negative manifestations. The main rule that will help you not to spread rudeness around yourself is the following: just think about the consequences. You know that your own rudeness will not make you feel better!
And also imagine for a second that the same slow cashier or inattentive passerby may have other, much more compelling reasons for irritation than a broken nail: perhaps one of them has a sick loved one! And even if this is not so: but, if you think in a similar way, you can control your negative emotions. Be more tolerant of each other, smile more often, forgive minor offenses, and your conscience will be clear!