things that bother me:
that all the people around me are so "proper". conformists. one can trace their parents' (teachers, media, hypocritic politicians/bigot priests, you name it) teachings, "values" (hahaha, values!; like "valuing freedom of the individual", right, mr nstitutionalizedly ignorant?) directly in all their actions; as their thoughts
sheepishly follow the politically correct, sterile, estranged frame of mind of
their predecessors. one of the foremost aims in life, or at least in education,
of practically all my friends so far has been "not to live like my parents". to
change things. because we believe that things might turn out better if changed.
or at least it is worth trying. such thoughts, that there might be other bases
of establishing, of organising one's and his environment's existence than those
on which his upbringing had been rooted do not even occur to uchicago students.
they don't want to live differently than their parents did; they just want to
make more money. [...] and I once thought that people in their adolescence
bear a natural, unconstrainable inclination toward the avant-garde, the
rebellious, the free. silly, silly me. hence the realm of their conversations
hover around tv-shows, movies, series, bits of academics, music bands, food
(they can go into fights almost over which place serves the best fast food; i mean, get a fucking life!), and small, ordinary stories which are considered
entertaining (the fact which they each time feel compelled to assert explicitly
by saying, "that's funny"; the kindergarden is baaack; fukuf!).btw, the few "non-conformist hipsters and alternatives" tend to be just full of shit concealed in large glasses and 70's clothes.
i just wonder if this is some sort of mental disease of mine or just a 'post-uwc' syndrome of disappointment with disenchanted, cruel and real world. the world out of the bubble. with real, 'normal' people... or are they normal?
don't really have to add much more. i think similarly. i feel similarly. after all: "polak, węgier, dwa bratanki, i do szabli, i do szklanki". or "lengyel, magyar, két jó barát, együtt harcol, s issza borát", no?
