We must try to make life unique and not allow anyone or anything to affect us. Above all, to lose balance and spiritual tranquility. Discard everything that can cause us setbacks, such as obstacles, events, moments and small mistakes that affect our emotions. I believe that no one is exempt from this, but we should not leave our life in the hands of others and let them make decisions that do not suit us or mistakes that disturb us.

Perhaps at some point we need someone to help us, because there is something urgent to do and we cannot leave the house, most of the time because we are busy or for any other reason. It usually happens that your partner is the first person you ask for help. If it is a man, you have to be attentive and explain well what you want and if possible write it in a note. There is something common in men and very curious. When they are asked for something they never can because they are too busy.

As we Venezuelans say, every self-respecting man says no and if he does, the errand always brings him wrong. He comes back with the wrong thing. Believe it or not, he is capable of buying an envelope for letters instead of a packet of Maggi soup. So many other things, little mistakes that drive us crazy.

Last week I asked esposito to buy me a Keracolor Choco Ligth number 21, the color I use. He brought me the dye and I kept it. Yesterday my friend Raquel came to visit me and spent the afternoon at my house. We chatted over coffee and a delicious parchita cake that my sister @doryta2022 made. She decided to paint my hair and I remembered that I had a dye saved. My biggest surprise and that left me shocked, is that she asks me:

Mafa, how strange that you changed your hair color?

We kept talking and I didn't listen to her, and she kept painting my hair. When I had half of my hair painted. She said to me again:

mahogany!!!... It's red.

I jumped out of my chair and said:

What? It can't be. I went plop like Condorito. I looked at myself in the mirror and I couldn't believe it I didn't know what to do whether to cry or laugh. I panicked. Believe it or not, these things only happen to me and Donald Duck. Esposito said:

-It can't be, I had the dye in my hands and it was the color.

That was a small mistake made by the girl who attended me. No, no and it is not small.

Red hair!!!!...Red!

I was suddenly in a fit of rage, I was boiling as the Mexicans say: "como agua para chocolate" (like water for chocolate).

Red hair!!!!...Red!!!!!

I had to go out to run an errand and I'm not going out like that, and this case a big fuss; La Paraulata Oriental, with her cuatro and her maracas, threw a copla to the wind:

I won't miss a bonchon for your passion red hair,
I'll dance until dawn with cuatro, maracas and my son.
Mafa, I told you, your red passion hair is beautiful,
The other loquitas will have to dance to the rhythm of my son.

In this dilemma we spent the morning discussing if we were going to the bonchon, the one they call Musachita hid and said:

-No one moves me from here, I will not go out in the street with my hair that color- and I replied:

What are the friends of Encuentro de Talentos going to say? I'm embarrassed to enter Discord. OMG, if I get them walking the streets of the Firstborn of the Continent. what, horror!!!!!

@pablo1601, @lanzjose, @cajiro, @manclar.

No, no and no.

Musachitas, these ones!... They can't agree. Musachita and Becky are furious. Paraulata oriental and Mafa, very calm watching that show.

-Stop the drama, there is no stage or show," I replied.