Danielle Steel

There's a woman living in Gödöllő who has really messed up her life. She completely failed as a woman, but it's also possible that life just didn't love her, because ever since I've known her, her life has been a series of failures and tribulations. She's 58 now, her husband died last year, with whom she had no children. He, by the way, was a massive alcoholic for 20 years, the classic "falls in the ditch on the way home" kind. Her sister had 3 children and died in childbirth with the third, so this woman raised them. This shows that she's fundamentally a good person, but as we know, life, or God, or whatever we call the entity that governs our destiny, doesn't really favor good and selfless people. As I mentioned, the location is Gödöllő; we have a summer house there, and my grandparents also live there. When I was little, I spent every summer there, so it was a given that I'd become friends with the neighbor's kid, gaining a perfect insight into their daily lives, and indirectly into this woman's life from my childhood until now. Ever since I've known her, she's always been in a terrible state. Grown-out hair, wearing the same outfit for a year with a "it'll be fine for at home" attitude, and of course, as is common, severe obesity as an inevitable companion to a failed life...

Back then, I didn't yet grasp the detrimental effects of a complete lack of emotions and emotional life on a woman, which constantly poisoned this girl's life and always left her completely shattered. There was a husband who was as good as non-existent to her, and there were the 3 children from whom she didn't receive the love a mother would normally deserve, because they simply didn't view her that way. The maternal instinct is the strongest in a woman's life, accompanying them throughout their entire lives, from playing with dolls at age 3 to the reflexes of feeding offspring as a grandmother, with childbirth being its undeniable peak, through which a woman's being is fulfilled. If even a single element is removed from these processes and female life cycles, the system becomes unbalanced, but if we knock out the main pillar, we can witness an emotional, mental, spiritual, and actual life atrophy from the front row. One such main pillar in a woman's life is motherhood and the experience of childbirth. "What is a mother without a child," as Péter Máté once sang, and indeed, what is a woman without a child? It is my conviction that if a woman does not have children, her life is just as meaningless, inexplicable, and unnatural as that of homosexuals. There are people with serial defects in their heads, that's a fact, but even factories recall serially defective products as unsuitable for human use, and they go into the scrap column in the accounting department.

I know that having children doesn't just require a woman. It also requires a responsible man for you to have children with, but you won't find that certain man until you first get yourselves in order mentally, an essential prerequisite for which is that you look good enough to feel good in your own skin. You can also look like a pile of crap, go ahead and do it, but then you'll only have men around you who are just as down-and-out in life as those women who don't fulfill life's number one requirement for them, which is to look good. Self-confidence, meticulousness, assertiveness, a life free of complexes. Being a good woman, beyond just looks, means this much, which provides the foundation and attracts that feminine charisma that truly makes you a good and desirable woman with a healthy self-image. These qualities together will attract men who are equally successful within their gender and with whom you will want to have children without compromise.

During my summers at my grandparents', part of the daily routine was either me going over to the neighbors' or that obnoxious guy coming over to our place to play football, so it was the usual hanging out. I hardly ever went inside their house, only ever made it to the garden, which wasn't accidental, because the house was in a state that would kill an ANTSZ (National Public Health and Medical Officer Service) inspector, truly merciless chaos, not just the usual takeaway food on the desk and clothes scattered everywhere that we're all used to, but a real state of emergency. I only got into the bedroom, which was also the woman's room, once over the years, and the sight that unfolded before me there gave birth to this post, now almost 15 years later. As I mentioned, the woman ground through the years with zero emotional impulses, and if we don't get something, we usually try to compensate for it. Any way, somehow, just do something to reassure ourselves that we're not that bad after all.

Stepping into the bedroom, the wildest Hitchcockian scene unfolded before me. You have to imagine a huge room where cats roamed everywhere, incredible disarray, but the crucial detail I'll never forget was a huge, doorless wardrobe filled with the most diverse romantic novels, love stories, and wedding magazines. Everything was there, from Danielle Steel to "Kiss and Tears" and Barbara Dalinsky. The girl, instead of pulling herself together and, through months of hard work, becoming a woman who could find a man with prospects and live a happier, fuller life, and not read the 6 millionth fictional love story among cat food, sought to compensate for her unlived emotional life by reading thousands of romantic novels, or at least tried to.

If you sink deep and life pushes you into hopeless depths, you have two paths before you. Either you perish and slowly, quietly fade away, or you pull yourself together and do something with your life. I have no doubt that the blog is mostly read by women whose lives are seriously messed up, and if they don't wake up and continue their downfall, in 10-15-20 years they'll find themselves in Libri, in front of the shelves of the love and tenderness section, instead of getting ready for a date or dragging their "partner" to a parent-teacher meeting. Lifetilt is mostly read by desperate and emotionally shattered women who hope to find solutions to their problems through weight loss, because no one should think that they read me because they think I'm such a cool guy. I don't read websites discussing eczema symptoms either, unless I have a long-standing complaint and want to know the cause, or find a solution for it. Most of the women who read me wholeheartedly hate me, I have no doubt about that, but they endure it because they get something in return from me that fundamentally changes their lives. Most of them have already grasped this, and even if they don't like the packaging, they appreciate the content. That's why I started the documented weight loss stories on the blog, so they can see that if they fight and don't bluff their way through their programs and lives, they too can become women living new and happier lives.

However, just reading this blog is not enough. You won't achieve change by liking the slimes or congratulating them in the comments. If you don't start, you'll be nothing more than a pixel error on the screen of female society, holding romantic novels that replace experiences and emotional life, fleeing from the desperate reality. Learn from the neighbor woman's life and pull the wheel back from the edge of the abyss in time, prove with actions, not cheap promises and unnecessary chatter, what you are capable of in life, because you can paint your dream world in your mind however you want, and after a while you'll even believe it, but no matter how you imagine yourself, other people still see who you actually are, which in most cases can be quite desperate...