Узнали себя? Нам около тридцати, и мы не...

Recognized yourself?
We are about thirty, and we did not become brutal hard workers and exemplary family men. We are the new generation left by children.
We are not what is written in our passport, labor, check or medical book. These are just some kind of "little black letters".
We are alien to the strange troubles of our peers and even people younger than us about who has an apartment, mother-in-law, a discount, a jacket, who went to whom, served, abandoned, gave birth, or had an abortion. This is all so inconsequential and uninteresting.
We treat everything like a game. Everything around is, of course, conditional. We play: games, relationships, work. But first of all - in the game. Sometimes it’s scary even to look at age restrictions for them (like children from 13 years old). Maps, warriors, Cossacks-robbers. We are ready to sit out nights and weekends, playing at the computer with friends. Getting together, we play the plays of non-existent authors, we become mimes. But “mother-daughter” is not our game. We don’t understand people from that sandbox. They excitedly say that "you will have a child - you will understand how high it is." But we do not have children, and we do not understand. We look, we slam our eyes and do not understand - why do children need their children ??
Most of us don’t even have a car - what kind of car is the kids? Better to let the models collect on the windowsill. They even can’t figure it out with a washing machine, although for example they can assemble a computer while in any state - even in a dream.
Being late for work, we, like schoolchildren, come up with excuses like “the dog ate the diary”, “forgot the keys”, “waited for the plumber”, “fell into the mud, had to go back”.
We don’t watch TV - they don’t show anything interesting for children (unless advertising is like short and colorful videos with a happy ending). Tales about doubling the GDP and strong presidents are not needed for us - they are simply not written for us. We love cartoons!
And we also love what adults do not like or fall out of love as superfluous (in any case, our parents are our age): music, going to concerts, walking after them all night, telling absolutely amazing stories.
We play with words, sucking, as if for the first time we hear, so much so that in the process we can easily lose the meaning of words. But do not be upset by this, because words easily acquire a new meaning, or new word forms are invented for these meanings.
We are pochumuchki. We love to ask simple questions about complex things. Anyone: friends, loved ones, bosses. If they don’t care about us, then Yandex and Wikipedia.
We are overwhelmed by solipsism no worse than 4-year-olds. We do everything on a hunch, because it seems to us that way. We do not adhere to the rules, our only principle is “why not ?!”. If it doesn’t work out, we’ll shrug our hands and say that the experience failed, but if it works out, they will call it an “innovative approach”. By the way, more often it turns out.
We are controlled by our imagination. We invent reality on the go with a half kick. We juggle these realities as well as words to describe them. We are delighted that the image on the monitor screen obeys our will. We are ready to pay real money for sets of pixels and have no regrets about it. After all, they are ours (but the money is not ours, it is even written on them that they are a state bank). Sometimes we can cease to associate ourselves with those whom adults perceive us, and be magicians, fairies, werewolves, clan members, rulers of swamps and islands - yes there are many options.
Even our work, as a rule, is illusory. You can’t touch it with your hands, see the real result, sometimes even formally evaluate it. Work for us is only a means to obtain funds for obtaining a fan from life. Plus, if you're lucky, it’s also a hobby (in any case, we try to turn our lives this way), or if we’re not lucky, it’s just an opportunity to read blogs, forums on your favorite things, chat with friends - the same children. Even with colleagues, we try to build a gaming relationship. But what about colleagues - with partners, some of whom we may not even see once in my life. Moreover, importantly, work is not the only source of fan.
We do not measure life by money. We operate with money from various "monopolies" better than with global currencies. We are pleased to completely unselfishly please others. The more disinterested, the more pleasant. Just give, without demanding anything in return, and yet receive. What? Yes, just the joy of a loved one.
It seems that adults don’t do that ... Yes, and figs with them!
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