3 bitter fact about thirty, no one wants to admit

The site published an article devoted to the sad truth about the generation of the 1980s. Or is it still true? Judge you ... If you were born in the 1970-80s, and is considered mature people, the text about you. Every day you go to work, but still did not earn fabulous money? The routine does not bring happiness, and you sure are born for a better life? Then listen to yourself the bitter truth, and nothing but the truth.





1. Trap high claims, or why we will never be happy? A generation of our grandmothers seldom dreamed of princes, foreign resorts or even a martini glass. All this seemed an unattainable luxury. Grandma happy peaceful sky, the opportunity to earn a piece of bread, stable operation. Happy, in principle, almost any husband - it's one of those well-known: not only drinking and did not beat. And most of the rest from the hard work and the birth of the children of time they spent on it, to arrange for tourists, says Minaev, "and webs of shit».

Our generation does not remember those times of famine. Today's 30-year-olds do not even really remember the hardships of the dashing 90-ies: they met their children. So many claims advanced granddaughter grandparents seem "zazhratostyu." Granddaughters not want to work in the factory or at the construction site. They do not want to work - let the migrant workers employed.

Men dream of being oligarchs, sitting on ass straight, his hands do not want to work, disdain for work. They would rather be a half-day to play the computer as a manager than vpahivat hands. Women are even worse. They utterly lazy. Ideal successful is considered an idle parasitic oligarchy kept woman. And, the kept woman who crammed popadja, ignoring all the laws of supply and demand. The market is saturated with predatory bezdelnymi babischa. Of course, putting yourself lower strap Brad Pitt, they will never be happy. Around there will always be some goats.

Compare mast 2000s and even today Turbulence country with the rest of the years in its history from the beginning of the century. Objectively, life has become better and easier. Subjectively - everywhere heard a requiem for hopes. It groan unrecognized genius. The unrecognized and self-proclaimed. Nobody wants to be easier.

2. PresyschennostEsche one cause of all our misfortunes, I declare satiety. Remember how delicious stew seems to be on the march with potatoes on the coals. What a pleasure brings fired in a circle mug alcohol? Now compare this with the feeling that we are in a restaurant, when already zadolbal Mojito and Martini Royale was not available. Bars do not know what to surprise us. Octopus in every supermarket. There exotic fruits, alcohol rivers ...

We zazhralis, gentlemen. We have too much and tasty zhrem, we all too easily gets. We do not appreciate the clothes from the last collection, forgetting how our grandmothers darning socks. We Noah, we bad, comfortable cars with kondeem. We generally always Noah and zhrem. We are always a little, nothing surprises.

Properly said Mavrodi - where satiety, it creates a vacuum. No wonder he rebuilt his pyramid in South Africa is of the same suit and sports fishing.

To be happy, you have to limit yourself. Not for nothing in any religion there fast. The people hungrier, more delicious food. The man zazhratie, the food tasteless, and the soul to be pitied.

3. EgoizmNas somehow brought up so that we all need. We did not go to school for 5 kilometers, biting into the granite of science. Teachers in the beak brought us knowledge. We have not helped their parents in the field - we have always provided a hot breakfast. Many of us do not want children. And why worry about someone? Infantile man waiting for a caring mom. Women waiting for the mentally retarded oligarch to jump on his neck and did not run. No one wants to do, give, give!

We criticize the government, Koster presidents, howling that the country's mess? Who we are, ladies and gentlemen? Who else face the truth? And what we really deserve?

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