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In total about 720 months ... Is it so soon? Twenty-two
thousands of days, from which thousands hold in swaddling
clothes, and the remaining live in full. Enticing prospect? But
little just 'live', you must still get high and drag on the
whole tested, to feel life fully, because it 'gives
only once. "
You'll understand when you sit in his rocking chair with
hole in the middle, so as not to bore your relatives with
phrases such as: 'Can i have a P-P please?' Well, well,
everything will be there ...
Although there is not all. Some, most 'kayfovye boys' do
not even be able to experience this 'ruleznogo' feelings of
attachment to chair. They have already caught a butterfly and
flew away with elephants. 'Let the earth you will Kaifu' And
anyway, you'll understand if you old predifarktny marazmatik
that life is spared you side? Do you remember how the women
walking around like envelop with smoke from Druganov and walked
on the arrows to beat kids?
And if all this were not? If all your twenty thousand
nights (I'm not weak to sit at night, go in the morning and
sleep until evening, because I cool;) you spent your pet peeve
on a broken chair, staring blankly at a glowing screen and
famously beating fists on the long-suffering buttons?
If, instead of slap virgins on one of the
interesting places, you're standing next to each other, foaming
at the mouth hung him that they say you nakodil steep framing
engine only overnight. And this despite the fact that you've
stayed up the whole week.
This is the buzz? No? And maybe then kicks - this is when
you being with the package the moment on his head, began to
drink another 'Ecstasy' stakonom vodka and scoring kosyachok,
kurnul well, dropping from his trembling hands a syringe that
injected themselves daily dose ...?
... We were sitting at their computers, and life there
peshochkom past us jumped Skokie. Look - and it already and
there is no really. That Sit down, old, useless and without
memories. What if go the other way - drop the computer and go
outside. All Now we are the most normal people do - walk, paw
all in a row the women, smoke bulls, collect bottles, hand over
them as the latest whips, scraped up a small bottle of beer on
the sober. Live slowly.
You'll see - and there really is not something that life -
you yourself do not have. You look in the mirror and in front
of you monster - not old, but looks one hundred (years, not per
cent), like a normal person - not programmer, and zdorovishko
something still not ... And to old age is not will live. And
how many memories. 'Yes, I remember, I Vasya argue that a
bottle of vodka in one gulp a drink. Gee-gee-gee. He lose a
bet, and I also started drinking beer! " That our grandchildren
will tell sons are obtained if the normal ...
Do not even know who is the real life is a party -
those at night at the computer, or those at night under the
fence. We work for the soul, for myself write, and they drink
for the soul, so that itself is not remembered. And have time,
tripped over his own leg falling, scrawled on a fence next to a
bottle of 'Cracked by Peter'. And already lying in a ditch,
with his boot to put the copyright ...
No, it's not us in the ass - they, other, other.
Gray mass, a buzzing crowd, hurrying off somewhere on their
cases, without having home in the evening for dinner. It beat
them are the same "Drunken morons", it is for them spilling
oil! For us, there is no Nothing is impossible, there are no
barriers.
We create. Yes, it's unreal, so it's like a drug. But
it - our life. Let not work, let the hobby, but it is there
a piece of ourselves. How can you blame the motorist in the fan-
that all the time he sits in the garage and he has the best
girl - this is his car. Really really blame the fisherman is
that night, he sits on the river and not even looking in the
direction of women, while waiting for the same fish to bite.
Are we worse?
Youth away from us. We coffin your health. We
engaged boondoggle. All of this for us, it seems somehow
outsiders, such as' all, but not with me. " And so it will be
until long as we once again did not disappoint his girlfriend,
or go to buy new glasses. Is because of these computers, we
so all my life and will sit, not the taste of real life?
We all appear in a different light, on the contrary, not as
a really. We used to think that the rest of us feel
white crow, because we, as if not to all. Did not
could be vice versa? Guy, over which all have fun watching,
buys a computer. He finds himself not only an outlet, and
even a friend with whom spends all his time. It turns out that
this is not a computer separated it from the world and the
world is separated from him.
There is another problem. We do not want to throw it. Those
who are not with us Computers have long been abandoned.
Personally I do not understand how you can live without a
computer. Yes, it's like a drug. And is the bad thing is that
we are getting a kick, sit down at a computer to shoot unit or
two? Or it may be easier to go out and beat the first that fell
of the child.
Now is not they both live now - life-threatening. A
Actually, there has always been. No, of course you can live
OK, again, like everyone else. Meet with the girl or the dawn
just sit with friends. And if you reject friends and
she generally can not see. And not one, but all in a row. All
Surrounding continually make a clown out of you, you just do
not know where to go. There is a way ... Rope, the blade, roof
... That's all real life there ... There is another way - the
computers where you god. Where all you love, where you - the
best for everyone. Yes, for some - a real life.
But do not confuse real life with virtual life.
A man must decide for himself that he is closer and no one else
for him it did not. In fact, for some real life
boring and monotonous. It's just a gray routine for more than
two thousands of years, she managed to podnadoest. So why can
not we live in virtual world, combining it with the night
marches and gatherings a beloved friend? All this is very
blurred boundaries and understand it can only elect, who
personally experienced by myself this conditional alternative.
So, Computer vs Life? But is this true? Why is it always
have to choose one thing? And is not living the life
real, go to our favorite virtual world?
