Fashion to be snot

When I was a child and a teenager, both among children and adults it was fashionable and honorable to be strong, courageous, active, cheerful, businesslike, persistent. And that was the case for both men and women. And all sorts of whiners and crybabies were treated at best condescendingly, at worst — with obvious contempt and ridicule. Moreover, both among boys and among girls, both among boys and girls.

Now it has become fashionable to be weak, always aching, with non-drying tears. When a 25-year-old man or woman posts pitiful quotes, sad songs on the wall. When an adult, hefty kid or girl frantically tells what a terrible fictional bipolar affective kudah she has or an invented obsessive-compulsive ko-ko-ko. And in general, autism (also fake). Yes, yes, the fashion for mental illness is also a current trend. If you are fine with your head, then you are not in trend, something is wrong with you. Moreover, the fashion for sores is of an emotional-volitional plan, have you noticed? The ones that allow you to whine freely and do nothing, referring to a fictional diagnosis. No one invents, say, paranoid schizophrenia. No one aspirated publicly boasts about how he/she fell into a grand mal seizure and then peed herself. But how a gentle snowflake cried inconsolably for four hours in a row — this should be told in a big hysterical article and posted all over the Internet. About how a snot has no strength and motivation for anything, because life is shit, people are shit, the world is shit and everything is meaningless — you need to post a full-length film about this on tiktok or insta.

“Everyone owes me” is the leitmotif of the current pale mother’s cake of both sexes. Do you know the words «abuse» and «toxic»? I think you know: this is now being broadcast from every iron and vacuum cleaner. When did these words come into our language usage? And just recently, these same pies dragged them in: everyone offends them, everyone oppresses them. Everyone discriminates against them. During my childhood, it was believed that if no one wants to be friends with you, then this is only because you behave like a go..yuk. Now it’s a rule that if they don’t make friends with you, don’t kiss you on the chick, and don’t move a bigger piece, then they are all toxic abusers.

Have you noticed how many resentful snowflakes have come up with types of “hatred” and “discrimination” to describe the attitude towards them of those people who do not want to blow their ass? Misogyny, homophobia, fatphobia, lookism, ageism, slut shaming, ableism and many, many other scary words about who hates you and how. Which, rather, characterize the one who uses them than those around them. How can you not cry and not be in a permanent stupor if absolutely everyone hates you for absolutely everything? What kind of horror is this?

For my article, they also came up with the term “language of hatred”, because gentle thirty-year-old children can only be praised and extolled, calmed and lulled. And you can’t criticize them.

God forbid that someone is superior in some way. If you are better than me in some way, you are initially guilty before me. You are discriminating against me. Taller is to blame. You learn better — it’s your fault. Higher salary is to blame. If you sing, dance or play football, it’s your fault. How dare you be cheerful and cheerful when I cry?! How dare you be healthy when I have had vegetovascular dystonia for the second hour already?!

You must pay and repent. Pay and repent. Pay and repent. Pay and repent. Pay and repent.

When a person was whining 30 years ago, they told him, “Pull yourself together, rag! Arms and legs are in place, there is food and a roof over your head — what else do you want?!”. And no more wasted time and attention on his whining. Now, if the capricious snot has become limp, then the nanny on duty should immediately jump up, quickly organize a support group and conduct a course of psychotherapy, yoga and meditation. and motivational training. Inclusive and eco-friendly. By the way, these are also words from Newspeak, and they mean that your problems were put on the shoulders of someone else. He must drop his business and his burden and put you on his neck. And run to solve your problems. Otherwise, he is a cruel, nasty, vicious, heartless, toxic abuser. Sadist. Beast. Monster.

If you are healthy and ruddy, then you are a serf, mob, working cattle. The real aristocracy (no) should be weak, pale, speaking in a consumptive whisper. If life’s difficulties are a matter of life for you, then you are a stupid non-commissioned officer Prishebeev. There is nothing tender, fragile in you. For a real refined soul, the choice of cakes in a store is already a traumatic situation that requires a long rehabilitation.

As soon as I finished this article, I suddenly saw an excellent illustration in the VK feed. A large quote from an hysterical text. Here she is:

our generation — it is a pain.

it’s a risk when you click on the «send» button.

our generation — It is addiction. dependence on social networks or a person.

our generation — this is when you specifically post a photo at the very moment when the right person is online and expect a response from him.

our generation — it’s nerves and bitten nails when a photo posted specifically for a person does not have a like from him.

our generation — this is the frustration when a story posted specifically for a person has almost expired, but has not been taken away by its culprit.

our generation — is to wait for a call, knowing that it will not come.

our generation — this is when you look at a person’s page on social networks an infinite number of times, even though there is nothing new on it.

our generation — This is madness.

it’s unrequited love.

it is the willingness to humiliate yourself in order to be accepted by the person you love.

our generation — these are sleepless nights in headphones, bitten lips and broken hearts.

these are bitter tears

and a scream that vanished into silence.

our generation is afraid of the future

our generation is bored and sick.

we all love

and hurt ourselves.

God, how I feel sorry for you, you gentle snot. Didn’t look at the photo — a tragedy. Did not like the post — drama. They don’t take TU — a reason for depression for a year or two. The person is online and does not answer — mom, call an ambulance, call the intensive care unit. Or just a funeral brigade. And from line to line: pain, tears. Tears, pain. Pain and tears. And again pain. How hard it is for you to live, you poor little snowflakes!

Refined egoism + all-encompassing consumer attitude towards others and the world in general.

Everyone must love me

Everyone is obligated to do whatever I want for me. Everyone is obliged to solve my problems at my first squeak.

— Everyone is obliged to be a good grandmother to me, a mother hen. The word «no» is strictly prohibited.

— If you don’t jump around me, don’t fulfill my wishes and don’t give me a buzz, if you don’t calm me down and praise me every minute, let alone chuckle, then you are a toxic abuser.

— If I can’t do shit in my life, then it’s because of the general misogyny, homophobia, fatphobia, lookism, ageism and other types of total hatred.

By the way, about the same thing happened at the beginning of the 20th century, in the so-called «Silver Age». It was also fashionable to be sick, weak and in tears. Weak virgins and pale youths with tearful eyes and barely audible voices. Consumptive appearance and syphilis internal content. This is the most pseudo-aristocratic infirmity. How it all ended — we know. Cheerful, ruddy guys in vests and leather jackets quickly cured all the snowflakes from melancholy, spleen and fermentation of the brain. Who was thawed, who was sent to their native northern lands. It would be nice if today’s recovery could do without it. Painfully bitter pill!