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The Quarrel of the Feelings




The Feelings are having a quarrel amongst themselves. If you want to know what they're quarreling about, jump into today's post.




Happy: I am the best, you know, because most of the time I'm in everybody.


 


Sad: Waaahhhhhhh!!!!! You always tease me, because you hate me. But my people never do, they love me. My usage by them is 100% popular. You don't know!


Angry: Just stay quiet! You all know one man who is best at winning over people, and his power is shouting, and you know him! He's talking now....




Excitement: You all known one popular but rare leader.... And that leader is Excitement! Excitement is the new favorite of all. And I'm essential in all places.



Funny: Who said you're not essential? But I am more essential then anyone. I bring happiness, which everyone likes.



Happy: So Funny agrees that everyone likes me the most, so I'm the best!



Funny: But I'm the one who brings you, so I am quite preferable by all.



Jealousy: I'm in all people, the best in getting what you want. Jealousy makes you want to have it, so you'll force yourself to gey it. And you will. You'll deserve what you want in no time.



Calm: Can we please stop this fruitless quarrel? Everyone is the best, and everyone is essential. We all need feelings to express how you feel and we are feelings. We all are needed. We can't quarrel among each other, or human life would be difficult to live.




Comments

  1. Fine write up Shriyandhaa 👍👍👍👍. Your write up is very very good. You can cover some more like curiosity, calm, honest, humble, mindful, miserliness, noble, casual, careful, careless etc.ok. about these you think and write ok.

    From Babu Thatha.

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    1. Thank you thatha 🙂 next time, I will write about all the emotions I could think of, and also include your suggestions.

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  2. You have different thoughts Shriyandhaa . Great job . Using smile figure etc aptly and giving a worthy write up is God's Gift. Use it more and more keep reading and writing
    From Pushpa patti

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