lately I've come to the conclusion, probably accurate, that neglecting this blog and although I like to write and to externalize, the last scraps and so are rare, mainly some meaningless blablabladolenie. Blog originally had intended to post photos, it turned out that I like to write and here nor write, nor does it put a photo, because I have no inspiration to do some real go about it. So I decided to bind my firm buttocks and behold, I create a series of sermons, which is my fuck about what kind of people are in vain, little flowers and flowers for a long winter. We'll see if it will jednonotkowy cycle, or three volumes of texts that after my death will become a bestseller ... ;-)
Recently a lot of thinking and observing, as we know it is a moment in my life, doing favors, and I decided to start a series of subject that I have always mierził, namely masks and artifice that people don, sometimes voluntarily, sometimes with public necessity. People often assume
"mask of prosperity" - trying to give the impression of those who do not have any problems, try to be cheerful at all costs, smiling and optimistic attitude to life, always and at all costs . Of course, I'm not talking about people who actually feel happy (although everyone has some problems on the head at any moment of his life), only those who have really big problems, but did not give the show it. It may be lonely, it might be problems at home, they may be health problems, łatewa, they occupy a large part of the human mind, he can not deal with them, but as he hears the question "How are you?" This classic answer "well" or at most połasi the "no, somehow flies." Of course, these people are loved, because I like to dislike someone all the time happy and smiling? And everybody wants to be liked, right? So more and more people put a mask of prosperity, is becoming more and more friends, more and more people who like him, but more and more confined to their problems, and even if there are those who would listen and help out, fewer and fewer of those who want the problems speak. Because "these are my problems," is not it? Why has someone to turn back their head? Yes folks, even though apparently they are open, they close up for yourself, do not help each other and they fight with their troubles, often deal with them without consulting. So I push them into the background, play down, but they are still, still grow and eventually explode.
Linked to all this is the mask of friendship - the men to declare as your friends, well you spend time with them, but like you only as a smiling, cheerful and optimistic, try them a few times to tell about their problems, a few times and will be wyżalić disappear, would not listen to whining - after all, have their problems, about which they do not speak, so as not to discourage people together. That screwed up a vicious cycle and people having more and more friends, have less and less of Friends in your life.
Finally, just for clarity, because people like you all fucking each other attribute - I have not written about anyone specifically. Or not! I wrote just for you :-)
Image is still from The Wall.
