Тонкое искусство пофигизма
Chapter 1
Ah,themiracleofconsciousness!
Nowhere’stheproblem:Oursocietytoday,throughthewondersofconsumercultureandhey-look-my-life-is-cooler-than-yourssocialmedia,hasbredawholegenerationofpeoplewhobelievethathavingthesenegativeexperiences—anxiety,fear,guilt,etc.—istotallynotokay.Imean,ifyoulookatyourFacebookfeed,everybodythereishavingafuckinggrandoldtime.Look,eightpeoplegotmarriedthisweek!Andsomesixteen-year-oldonTVgotaFerrariforherbirthday.Andanotherkidjustmadetwobilliondollarsinventinganappthatautomaticallydeliversyoumoretoiletpaperwhenyourunout.
Meanwhile,you’restuckathomeflossingyourcat.Andyoucan’thelpbutthinkyourlifesucksevenmorethanyouthought.
TheFeedbackLoopfromHellhasbecomeaborderlineepidemic,makingmanyofusoverlystressed,overlyneurotic,andoverlyself-loathing.
BackinGrandpa’sday,hewouldfeellikeshitandthinktohimself,“Geewhiz,Isuredofeellikeacowturdtoday.Buthey,Iguessthat’sjustlife.Backtoshovelinghay.”
Butnow?Nowifyoufeellikeshitforevenfiveminutes,you’rebombardedwith350imagesofpeopletotallyhappyandhavingamazingfuckinglives,andit’simpossibletonotfeellikethere’ssomethingwrongwithyou.
It’sthislastpartthatgetsusintotrouble.Wefeelbadaboutfeelingbad.Wefeelguiltyforfeelingguilty.Wegetangryaboutgettingangry.Wegetanxiousaboutfeelinganxious.
