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Sorry Player for taking this topic outside of our scope communication. You?.. Girl?.. NesCafe And this is the topic. We sit day and night at the computer and ruin health and youth, without understanding that all this is given ONCE IN LIFE. Now it seems that Life is endless. So break off, brothers, you and I have, at best, only a few years of life sixty, and at worst - for someone Annushka has already poured out her milk and the severed head rolled outfrom under the wheels of a passing tram and bloody lips whispered: “So I went for some bread." And sixty years is just 720 months. A Considering that over time we will completely ruin our health, then he stops being attracted to girls - it turns out that he is a victim We bring to the computer the most priceless thing we have - Youth. This fact has not yet reached our brains, because it seems that it will always be like this. Forever Young! FUCK THERE! And here you sit, old, smelly, useless to anyone, old fart and remember your youth: "Well, fuck, I was an asshole! No, so it’s dawn with the girls meet or go somewhere on a camping trip. No! The idiot was sitting and banged on the keyboard all day! So what did you snitch on? Sight, fuck it spoiled, chronic dislocation of wrists and crooked figure. All youth down the drain! Well, this one is worth it to me now SuperVirtual Computer of the nnth generation, and those programs what I wrote in those days disappeared into infinity behind uselessness, and simply because of wretchedness it is so naive looking among the modern works of 2Oxx of the year!" An escapist gathering of neurotic teenagers emulating linguistic andcultural environment in which they are sublimated subconscious fear of hostile reality. "FIDO" A. Basov Or an ordinary user who has problems communicating with others people, lack of imagination and the like. And so he turns on this Life Simulator goes into worlds invented by others, where he can be whoever he wants (or rather, than emy will allow game makers), the Great Savior of the entire universe, who alone with his hand, he can jokingly deal with a platoon of special forces (and in in real life will not be able to fight back even one drunk moron) or UltraCool Formula 1 Racer (and in real life and on a moped afraid to sit down). And these comparisons can be continued until infinity. Leaving into these bright realities, he loses strength here. By abstracting himself from this life, he forgets to live at all. - If it’s Natasha, Zina, Lyuba, then... - Calm down, it’s not you anymore! What do we ultimately get for our selfless devotion? Computer. Our own supposedly unique world, where we can feel yourSignificance, to realize belonging to a certain pseudo-Elite: I'm not Lamer - I'M COOL! Have the opportunity to get fucked slang conversation somewhere on a trolleybus: “And I started with a stack throw, so, I immediately saved cycles - up to half along the curb! Rulez! -And my brains were knocked out on Pisyuk, and then my mother died - fucked with her until the morning. We must now look for a new one. Solid Trouble!" ;) All this is a Myth. Real Life passes nearby and you are not in it you participate. The computer is your drug. He replaces your life some kind of silicone prosthesis, but you enjoy it - stand out from the crowd, the herd with their eccentricity. Not realizing that This is not the kind of eccentricity that makes you stand out from the crowd a dazzlingly beautiful girl or a young colonel with a combat order No, you have the eccentricity of a cripple with crutches, The eccentricity of a masochist, tormented by his own health and psyche. But I’m not weak tonight sleep and sit in front of the computer?! It turned out: no, not weak! Citizens, don't you look that my eyes and hands are red shake - I reworked it. No, I didn't make a lot of money Actually, I didn’t earn much, I worked for the soul, so to speak. But do we really need this Symbol of Belonging to Caste? Computer geeks. Whatwill remain from your programs years from now twenty. Even you yourself will not need them. New technologies advance - progress does not mark time. I understand people who sit at computers for money. And it doesn’t matter whether they program something important or just chasing toys. They're on it earn money. And in their free time they Live. We are We beat ourselves up for free. Here, take this, here is my vision, and this a bag of health - don’t you look at how frail it is - You won't find anything better here. You, brother, don’t get so upset 8-X... ...maybe it's not all in such gloomy colors, huh? ;-)
The Life of a Computer Geek or Computer vs Life - Correspondence with Player pushed me to understand this topic...
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