Insanity #07 17 августа 2000

Da Real Life VS Computing - "... we were sitting at their computers, and life there peshochkom past us jumped Skokie.

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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?