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Like me. Do you live in the real world? Society, without knowing it, is experiencing hunger, but what exactly it cannot figure out (here it must be borne in mind that not all representatives of bipeds are like this). And therefore he runs from stereotype to stereotype in search of the ideal, cutting himself up and reshaping himself in Photoshop, plagiarizing, stealing other people's thoughts. People pass off foreign texts as their own thanks to the ability to dilute them with some interjections and adjectives, replacing one word with another, but the essence of authorship, alas not their own, still remains. The enthusiasm of the readers is off the charts, the applause of subscribers under the Instagram sayings of the newly minted masters of literature does not stop. What's happening? Where did this need to not be yourself come from? Do those who so fearlessly change their appearance on countless apps really believe that they are like this in real life? Or do people nowadays go on dates wearing tinted glasses? Or is their hearing so bad that they won’t be able to catch you cheating when the live dialogue begins? A friend comes to mind who was literally fascinated by a girl, looking at her photos on her Facebook and Instagram pages. Being under the influence of her Internet vibes, he quickly called the beauty for a session. After the meeting, the guy shared his impression, even shock: he could not recognize the nymph right away! My friend thought he was mistaken until the heroine said her name. The poor guy tried his best to hide his disappointment. Both were victims of Photoshop. The people got lost in the programs, drowned in the fictional world of their ideal forms and “intelligence” at the expense of other people’s texts. People began to hide behind others without realizing it. I'm wondering why? Fear of being yourself? Is it scary to admit that you are not that good? But you have to keep up with your girlfriends and friends - demonstrate your popularity with likes and comments. Living on the screen of phones and gadgets has become the norm. There is a wonderful video where they show a family with the Internet suddenly turned off, they look up, finding themselves at the dinner table in the circle of already grown children and each other aged, the reaction is immediate - a scream and the horror of an accident about real life. The latest trend is the invasion of Pokemon, battle and absorption, catching non-existent animals that you can only see through the prism of your phone screen. Isn't this madness? People consume what is handed to them under the guise of beautiful packaging, becoming addicted. You no longer belong to yourself. You have been enslaved by the creators of the latest models of games and applications. Meeting friends in a cafe is more like visiting an Internet club, where everyone comes with their own hand-held computer, and before starting a conversation, you need to fix yourself sitting how, where, in what and with whom. Another example of development is an acquaintance of an acquaintance who, in full combat seriousness, does not meet her reflection in daylight. She explains it something like this: “I’m ugly there, it’s better to look at yourself in the evening or with the curtains drawn.” Moreover, a girl with an appearance very suitable for the definition of “normal”. There is no ugliness, no errors either. The goal of her day is the pursuit of a sense of self-worth through units of attention, clothed in the symbol-signs of social networks. Look, “I’m beautiful, I’m smart, I’m popular, they want me.” The same can be applied to the male sex. We become hostages of fictitious and created images of ourselves, carefully checking the next uploaded photo. After all, it’s so unsafe to be yourself, displaying your unsightly breakfast, you need to somehow embellish it, add a slight shadow of intrigue, with whom you woke up and from whom there is a bouquet on the table by the bed (and it doesn’t matter that in fact the pillow for your neighbor was empty). In fact, the person we drew on Instagram simply does not exist. Anime of the 21st century. What's the point of having 15,000 subscribers if in reality you are an ordinary person with an ordinary life? Here is another example, a married couple desperately stretching out loving words under a photo, squeezing each other in a hot embrace, as if with all their might.

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