Wer kennt das nicht? Es gibt Menschen, die gehen zum Lachen in den Keller, sehen in Allem und Jedem nur das Negative und sind scheinbar erst froh, wenn sie alle um sich herum mit ihrer miesen Laune angesteckt haben. Wie geht man am Besten mit solchen Energievampiren um? Eine Möglichkeit besteht darin - wenn es geht - gar nicht mit ihnen umzugehen...nach dem Motto "some people suck - avoid them"...nur, manchmal erlauben es die Umstände nicht (oder man ist noch nicht bereit die Konsequenzen zu tragen) dem jeweiligen Launesauger noch ein schönes Leben zu wünschen und sich zurückzuziehen. Eine weitere Möglichkeit besteht darin sich vor Augen zu halten, dass jeder Mensch Freude in den Raum bringt...die Einen wenn sie den Raum betreten, die Anderen wenn sie den Raum verlassen :) Und eine weitere Möglichkeit besteht darin, den Energievampiren einfach eine Geschichte zu erzählen...und mit ein bisschen Glück auf Selbsterkenntnis hoffen...denn die ist ja bekanntlich der erste Schritt der Besserung. Ach ja...wie sollte so eine Geschichte aufgebaut sein? Der Fantasie sind da keine Grenzen gesetzt, ein Beispiel folgt:

A woman was at her hairdresser's getting her hair styled for a trip to
Rome with her husband.. She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who
responded:

" Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded and dirty. You're
...crazy to go to Rome. So, how are you getting there?"

"We're taking Continental," was the reply. "We got a great rate!"

"Continental?" exclaimed the hairdresser. " That's a terrible airline. Their
planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they're always late.
So, where are you staying in Rome ?"

"We'll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome 's Tiber River called
Teste."

"Don't go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks its gonna be
something special and exclusive, but it's really a dump."

"We're going to go to see the Vatican and maybe get to see the Pope."

"That's rich," laughed the hairdresser. You and a million other people
trying to see him. He'll look the size of an ant.

Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You're going to need it."

A month later, the woman again came in for a hairdo. The hairdresser asked
her about her trip to Rome .

"It was wonderful," explained the woman, "not only were we on time in one of
Continental's brand new planes, but it was overbooked, and they bumped us up
to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a handsome
28-year-old steward who waited on me hand and foot..

And the hotel was great! They'd just finished a $5 million remodeling job,
and now it's a jewel, the finest hotel in the city. They, too, were
overbooked, so they apologized and gave us their owner's suite at no extra
charge!"

"Well," muttered the hairdresser, "that's all well and good, but I know you
didn't get to see the Pope."

"Actually, we were quite lucky, because as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss
Guard tapped me on the shoulder, and explained that the Pope likes to meet
some of the visitors, and if I'd be so kind as to step into his private room
and wait, the Pope would personally greet me.

Sure enough, five minutes later, the Pope walked through the door and shook
my hand! I knelt down and he spoke a few words to me.."

"Oh, really! What'd he say ?"

He said: "Who fucked up your hair?"

In diesem Sinne wünsche ich, dass eure/ihre Frisur heute hält und würde mich freuen euch/sie in der Humor Gruppe auf C more begrüssen zu können!