A little about swearing and fighting. My little story.

Hello dear blog users. Have you ever encountered disrespect and completely inappropriately boorish behavior addressed to you?? Personally, unfortunately, yes, and I would like to tell you today about what happened. You may not think this is an entirely appropriate topic for discussion on blogs that almost entirely cover the topic of games, however, I would like to hear your opinion on the story I told. I want to warn you in advance, there are relatively many letters.

It was in the middle of the working day, my school day was over and the remaining time, and there was plenty of it, I could spend in the company of my best friend, whose birthday was tomorrow. On such a festive occasion, we decided to buy food, as well as blood-hot drinks, in advance, and for this purpose we headed to one of the largest shopping centers in the city..

I would like to immediately note that I study in one city, and my friend lives and studies in another, so I had to travel forty minutes in a stuffy cabin of an intercity bus. There were plenty of people and half were driving standing, only because the driver decided to earn extra money and began to stop at every stop along the way, despite the fact that according to the rules this is prohibited, but everything would have gone relatively calmly if not for one unpleasant incident. The fact is that the driver picked up a young girl, a tipsy guy and a girl with a guy of about seventeen or eighteen, apparently they were a couple. Oddly enough, on the bus there were mostly grandmothers and thick-set, well, very heavy-set women, about forty years old.

A not entirely sober guy just https://sistersitescasino.co.uk/casinos/winzino-casino/ landed near one such lady and apparently had the imprudence to breathe in her direction once. The woman began to shout at the whole bus and reproach a complete stranger: “…They give birth to drunkards and don’t raise them, they should be drowned in infancy…”, a chorus of grandmothers immediately began to assent and the guy was roughly pushed from all sides and driven from his place, and he didn’t even object, he could hardly stand on his feet, meanwhile they were yelling at him and pushing him, to be honest, I even felt sorry for him. After several minutes, he rose up in place, swaying, and was about to move closer to the exit, but something in him snapped, as if a stretched thread had broken, and he, sending that same madam on the well-known path, prescribed her a very mild form of BPPE. Frankly speaking, it looked very ridiculous, especially considering that he almost missed, but the fact itself made the grandmothers come to the extreme stage of bewilderment. And then absolutely all the young people sitting and standing within the affected radius began to fall under the attack, and for absolutely no reason.

A young, and I dare say very attractive, girl’s phone rang, before she had time to pick up the phone, the first salvo sounded at her, from a lively auntie: “They’ve already become completely insolent, discussing their personal affairs in public places, why are such ill-mannered young people in the first place?”!", and so on like that, although she spent twenty minutes on the whole bus discussing with someone sitting next to her, apparently her friend, how she celebrated the evening of alumni meetings, how long it takes to cook borscht, who works in her kindergarten, I beg your pardon, shit in his pants and that the government is crap, because you have to pay a little over 9000 for the apartment. Truly, we see a speck in someone else’s eye, but we don’t notice a log in our own.

Further, the guy standing near the girl’s seat and innocently holding her hand was accused of lacking shame, conscience and moral principles, but with the girl everything was less canonical, because she was simply called a girl of easy virtue, or rather, a slut, and that’s exactly it, and I’m never exaggerating, ladies and gentlemen. At this point neither I nor that same guy could stand it. We began to explain to all those present that the only immoral and immoral behavior now is precisely among people who so openly and shamelessly discuss everything and everyone, okay, just discussing, but there are also those who insult not only the entire younger generation, but also the parents, who, according to them, cannot even raise a child normally, and in general all 3.14dorasy, and I’m D’Artagnan.

And so, after ten minutes of informative conversation, we finally arrived at the bus station, a slightly sobered guy at the exit offered to first raise his children, which in his opinion is very difficult to do with such an outlook on life, the girl, with downcast eyes, simply hurried to the exit, the couple also preferred to leave the bus, and the driver caught me at the exit, by the way, laughing wildly all this time, and said: “Thank you guys, I laughed, they provided me with a great mood for the whole day.”!». This is a truly correct view of life, he knows how to find benefit even from such situations. And strangely enough, as soon as I inhaled the velvety, heady September smell and looked at the clear sky, I immediately felt truly free and at ease, forgetting about all the not very pleasant events.

… And now I’m leaving a cafe with a friend, where half an hour ago, steadily sipping juice from a glass, I was having small talk with him about beautiful creatures – girls. Having reached the shopping center, we first went for small needs, or rather a pen for me, to the second floor, there was a small store there. Without unnecessary preludes, I went to the checkout, asked for a black helium pen, handing over fifty Russian rubles with a single piece of paper. To which I received a cold and absolutely indifferent: “Look for less, I don’t have change.”. I didn’t have any change either, but for the sake of decency I started rummaging through my pockets. At that moment, I was able to clearly see the saleswoman – a girl of about twenty-eight to thirty, uncombed hair, a disgusting almost blond color, the dye, apparently, had almost come off and dark greasy strands of hair appeared in places, a sweaty forehead covered with bangs and a meaningless look.in OLOLO style I AM AN EMPRESS, DON’T JOKE WITH ME KHOKHOL!11!! All the time that I was looking for twenty rubles, which is exactly how much this pen cost, she was looking at my friend with displeasure, although he was completely carefree looking at the shelf with books. Having found, excuse the expression, the bastard iron tens, I very easily threw them on the counter and just turned to my friend in order to express some of my thoughts to him, I heard a dissatisfied phrase: “Are you young people completely crazy, you can’t give me something normal?”?“Why did she say this, looking straight into my friend’s eyes, although he was not involved at all. Where is the logic here, gentlemen??! I was taken aback by such treatment and, completely not understanding the situation, exchanged glances with my friend, but at that time she looked with a feeling of humiliation and insult, and apparently completely forgot about her most direct responsibilities, namely selling me a pen. “What is it that you don’t like?? And by the way, bring a pen,” I said, still misunderstanding the situation. She reluctantly lifted her ass from the chair and brought me a pen, saying: “You don’t want to apologize, young people.”? Parents don’t educate at all, they’re rude juveniles.”. I naturally got turned on, especially by the words about parents, because it’s low to offend parents when they are completely irrelevant. So, word by word, I demanded a book of complaints and suggestions, to which I was sent far away and apparently for a long time, although in a fairly correct form. A friend literally pulled me out of the store by the hand so that I could calm down, he generally always gives in to difficulties, to be honest.

I spent the rest of the day thinking about the events that had happened and still didn’t understand why people treat each other so bestially? What is the meaning of this constant bickering and senseless yapping?? Why not, if you are not satisfied with something, express it to the object of your dislike?? After all, if you really have reasons for this, then you can easily argue your point of view and for this it is not necessary to put everything on display. And this applies not only to real life, but primarily to the Internet. In the Middle Ages, one could lose one’s life for groundless insults, perhaps this was barbarism, of course, but people were responsible for their actions, although this topic is really twofold. We are reasonable beings, let’s start taking responsibility for our words and actions, at least in real life. Yes, I know that this is our modern world, there is no point in tolerating, remaining silent and running away from problems and disputes, now in an era when we seem to be provided with almost everything and it is easier for us to adapt than to fight anything. But the majority, especially modern children, have practically no basic understanding of what respect, culture and moral principles are, and this is very, very regrettable. Many people no longer value life and don’t want to understand that if you want to achieve something, if you want life not to be crap, you need to not just sit and trust in a higher power Dzhigrudy, you need to move your brains, hands and other organs.

In general, something like this, I apologize for the very crumpled thoughts, all this was written last night, but for some reason it was not posted.