Lord777
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Nowadays, sensitive young people often like to talk about disgusting boredom and hopelessness. And it would be okay to just sing a mournful romance about the decay of being and unhappy love with themselves, somewhere in a shabby bathroom twice a week; but every second person repost to himself quotes from famous French writers, without even touching their works, and is engaged in public self-flagellation.
A whole generation of yearning melancholic people who deny traditional values and morality, who are more concerned with their lost appearance, fog in their eyes and neurotic breakdowns than true self-knowledge, wanders the streets in confusion. The representative of the suicide subculture will be sure to inform everyone he meets about his insomnia, "alcoholism" and failed suicide attempts. And somehow they succeed so subtly and unobtrusively that, willy-nilly, they want to be imbued with someone else's misfortune and lend a helping hand.
But why ostentatious tears are so beautiful and bring us the most tender pacification? It seems that the answer is on the surface - with their sorrowful oohs and sighs, young men and young ladies want to attract attention to themselves. The familiar strategy of a capricious child is being implemented, and the train of thought of the first and second is painfully similar: “If you fall on the floor and yell, they will look at me and do as I say” or “If you cry in the corner, you can get condescension."
There must be some objective reason for this trend. Any social phenomenon must be supported by something and be a response to ongoing cultural and historical events. So why has a whining pseudo-intellectual, overcome by addictions of various kinds, become a hero of our time?
Such an understandable and familiar world for us, where there are unspoken rules and laws, ceases to exist - the usual attitudes and social institutions have died along with the sociologists of the early twentieth century and the form of the world has lost its former content. Speaking about love or family, it is very difficult to guess what the interlocutor thinks about it - traditional ideas have become very blurred, and when allegedly speaking about the same thing, we mean completely different things. Therefore, we feverishly try to agree among ourselves and describe reality in similar words, but, not understanding each other, we give up and decide to bury our nose in the pillow and never, never leave the room again. It is because of this uncertainty and chaos that the widespread groaning and punching in the chest begins.
The current generation is tired of their own narcissism. And what can a person fixated on himself? Never mind. That is why he merges with the world and other people in sorrowful lamentation over the lost ideals. It takes over someone else's, destroys, denies what has already been created.
Everyone needs images and ideas about what is good and what is bad. Without this, a person cries and grinds his teeth, and cannot begin to act, because he does not have the knowledge of how to live and how not to. But an avaricious and not very tearful does not solve the ideological problem, and no one likes a whiner anyway. Therefore, it is worth trying to find a place for yourself and outline conditional boundaries, and not peel off geraniums, languidly looking out the window.
A whole generation of yearning melancholic people who deny traditional values and morality, who are more concerned with their lost appearance, fog in their eyes and neurotic breakdowns than true self-knowledge, wanders the streets in confusion. The representative of the suicide subculture will be sure to inform everyone he meets about his insomnia, "alcoholism" and failed suicide attempts. And somehow they succeed so subtly and unobtrusively that, willy-nilly, they want to be imbued with someone else's misfortune and lend a helping hand.
But why ostentatious tears are so beautiful and bring us the most tender pacification? It seems that the answer is on the surface - with their sorrowful oohs and sighs, young men and young ladies want to attract attention to themselves. The familiar strategy of a capricious child is being implemented, and the train of thought of the first and second is painfully similar: “If you fall on the floor and yell, they will look at me and do as I say” or “If you cry in the corner, you can get condescension."
There must be some objective reason for this trend. Any social phenomenon must be supported by something and be a response to ongoing cultural and historical events. So why has a whining pseudo-intellectual, overcome by addictions of various kinds, become a hero of our time?
Such an understandable and familiar world for us, where there are unspoken rules and laws, ceases to exist - the usual attitudes and social institutions have died along with the sociologists of the early twentieth century and the form of the world has lost its former content. Speaking about love or family, it is very difficult to guess what the interlocutor thinks about it - traditional ideas have become very blurred, and when allegedly speaking about the same thing, we mean completely different things. Therefore, we feverishly try to agree among ourselves and describe reality in similar words, but, not understanding each other, we give up and decide to bury our nose in the pillow and never, never leave the room again. It is because of this uncertainty and chaos that the widespread groaning and punching in the chest begins.
The current generation is tired of their own narcissism. And what can a person fixated on himself? Never mind. That is why he merges with the world and other people in sorrowful lamentation over the lost ideals. It takes over someone else's, destroys, denies what has already been created.
Everyone needs images and ideas about what is good and what is bad. Without this, a person cries and grinds his teeth, and cannot begin to act, because he does not have the knowledge of how to live and how not to. But an avaricious and not very tearful does not solve the ideological problem, and no one likes a whiner anyway. Therefore, it is worth trying to find a place for yourself and outline conditional boundaries, and not peel off geraniums, languidly looking out the window.
