The bitter truth about thirty years
If you were born in 80-e years and are considered Mature people, then this text is about you. Every day you go to work, but still don't earn fabulous money? The routine does not bring happiness, and you believe that they are born for a better life? Then hear the truth and nothing but the truth...
1. Trap high claims, or why we could never be happy
The generation of our grandmothers rarely dreamed of princes, foreign resorts or even a Martini glass. It all seemed an unattainable luxury. Grandmother rejoiced at the peaceful sky, the opportunity to earn a piece of bread, stable work. Happy, in principle, almost any husband of those years, it is known: “just not drinking and did not beat”. And most of the rest from the hard work and the birth of children, the time they spent to create comfort, says Minaev, “of shit and webs”.
Our generation does not remember those hungry times. Today's thirty-somethings don't know what the hardships of the 90s: they met their children. Therefore, many of the claims of modern granddaughter grandmothers seem “zartosht”. Granddaughter did not want to work in the factory or on the construction site. They do not want to work, let the workers work.
Men dream to be the oligarchs sitting on my ass, working with my hands don't want to, with disdain for work. They would rather half a day to play computer games as a Manager than to vpahivat hands. Women are even worse. They are lazy completely. The ideal leader is good-for-nothing, parasitic oligarch, the concubine. And who kept bursting or falling, ignoring all laws of supply and demand. The market is saturated with prey sitting around all the Chicks. Of course, putting themselves at the bottom limit of brad pitt, they will never be happy. Around will always be “some goats.”
Compare fat 2000s and even today's turbulence in the country with all the other years in its history from the beginning of the century. Objectively, life has become better and easier. Subjective - everywhere hear a Requiem for the hopes. Is moan unrecognized geniuses. The unrecognized and self-proclaimed. No one wants to be easier.
Another cause of all our misfortunes I declare satiety. Remember how tasty it seems in the campaign stew with potatoes on the coals. Now compare this with the feeling that we experience in the restaurant, when a Mojito is already zadolbal, and Martini, the piano was not available. Bars don't already know, than to surprise us. Octopus in every supermarket. There's also an exotic fruit, alcohol river...
We snickering, gentlemen. We have too much and devour tasty, we all too easily gets. We don't appreciate the clothes from last season, forgetting how our grandmothers darned socks. We Noah we're no good in a comfortable car with “condo”. We always Noah and devour. We don't have enough, nothing surprising.
To be happy we need to limit myself. No wonder in every religion there is a post. Hungrier than the person, the tastier the food. Than man “Segrate”, the food tasteless, and the soul is unhappy.
We somehow brought up that we all need. We didn't go to school for 5 kilometers, gnawing granite science. Teachers in the beak brought us knowledge. We are not helping parents in the field - we always provided a hot Breakfast. Many of us don't want kids. Why care about someone? Infantile men are waiting for a caring “mommy”. Women waiting for the mentally retarded oligarch to jump on his neck and not work. No one wants to do, to give, to give!
Who are we, Lord? Who, if to look truth in the eye? What we deserve really?