Ďalšia vec, často mám pocit, že slovenský jazyk mi nedokáže poslúžiť, aby som vyjadril to čo cítim alebo potrebujem vyjadriť, a taktiež nie som (bohužiaľ) native speaker, takže gramatické alebo lexikálne chyby pravdepodobne budú a uvedomím si ich až keď to pridám . Radšej nekontrolujem čo napíšem, pretože mám potom pocit, že je to úplná blbosť, celé to zmažem a vykašľem sa na to
Sometimes, when I have my serious deep inner discussion, I ask myself „Why do most people try to fit in with the crowd? Why do they always pretend to be someone else, mostly someone worse than they really are?“
In my life, I’ve already met a lot of people. Some of them inspire me, some of them disgust me , some of them.. well, I really don’t care about some of them, but then there are these people who are really interesting, who are intelligent, and they seem to be really thoughtful, yet when they are surrounded by their peers and friends, they become just a part of the crowd.
I’ve always wondered why people my age do this. Then – suddenly – one Friday night, when I was home alone, watching TV series all night long, I realised that although I have great friends, I have great marks, I’m always trying to be myself – I’m still alone. I thought my life is fine, average. It could be worse and it could be better. But then, sometimes, there comes the time when you feel alone as fuck and start thinking about what you’ve done with your life so far. I might have won some competitions, I might have always had great marks and might have always been working on my future, but when it comes down to friends or relationships – what have I ever done to be accepted or loved? Being myself haven’t brought me anything at all, or did it ?
Sure, we all pretend we don’t care. We’re intelligent and our motto is “Intelligent solitude is better than dumb society”. We’re able to read 3 books per weekend and sit through 5 series of TV show we’ve just found on the internet. And then, a few years later, when we encounter with a problem like not being accepted to university we’ve always wanted to attend or not winning a scholarship we’ve wanted for a long time, we realize we’re nothing more than others, we’re not special, or something more. We’re average.
And a few years later, we’re looking up what side effects have our new antidepressants, how to lose weight, or how to avoid suicidal thoughts.
Conclusion : That’s why people pretend they’re someone else. They’re afraid of being alone. And they should be.
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candy36
2. 6.júna 2013 17:11
no vidíš! prvý článok a hneď v topke!
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"Being myself haven’t brought me anything at all, or did it ?"
ňe? tak prečo ťa asi zbožujem? Lebo si crazy as fuck!
ňe? tak prečo ťa asi zbožujem? Lebo si crazy as fuck!
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@tosom to je len akožeee... chápeš, áno, ja tuto tzv dilemu poznam ale potom mi pride ze mam rapidne menej ludi okolo seba ale ked uz, tak s nimi mozem rozoberat aj ekonomicke teorie o tretej rano, aj hrat hru po francuzsky so slovnikom, ale aj chlastať pičoviny a porušovať ustavne prava
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a inak podstata bola v tom ze radsej byt sam sebou a mat par priatelov, ale za to komplexnych a blizkych
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no a nevyčítaj mi to! ked povies, ja uz to spominat nebudem !
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podme sa ale vratit k tomu preco si sa otagoval DDDD
jakých štatistík?
jakých štatistík?
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jaj tie ktore podla mojich tvrdeni zvysuju TČ? to sa nepočíta šak chápeš, nemá sa čo počítať!
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