: Confusion

Imagine such a situation. You are a traveler, and in the course of wanderings you got to a certain ritual. It seems to be a wedding, but it is impossible to be confident to the end. The bride is not yet visible. A visually alleged groom smokes with comrades. Women sob demonstratively. Men dancing restrained. A handful of marginals misses aside, apparently counting on saps from the table. You are invited to join the ceremony.

Holder ... but in the quality of whom? You do not know how to dance this dance, to sob inappropriately in gender, smoking with the groom is strange. As a result, you stand on the side, carefully separate from the marginals - and yet nothing is significantly different from them. Agree, not the best episode in your journey (and if the best, I sympathize with you).

Why is this study? To the upcoming elections on December 4.

Here is the task for you. Personally, I really do not want to cast my vote to United Russia. On the other hand, I do not feel sympathy for the system opposition. On the third hand, I am not so esthetic as to vote for a hastily fictitious parties. My voice clearly falls into the abolished column against everyone. If you unfold further my civil position, I consider these elections a rough imitation, I do not trust our parliament as such (based on all information about its composition and work), I do not see any sense in parliament with one party in the vast majority, I do not see much sense in lawmaking in the country, one of the main problems of which is non -compliance with laws. It’s like in a bicycle without a chain to change the pedals. He will not go.

So what's the matter? The answer begs - do not go to these elections. Blessed is the husband, and it’s not an idea to the advice of the wicked. OK. But two considerations are a little worried.

Firstly, such a passive manifestation of citizenship is very reminiscent of elementary spit. Here the neighbor tapped to the bloody devils and also did not go to any elections, because he did not hear about them, and if he heard, he managed to abstract. And now, go explain to yourself and to yourself that the neighbor’s act is a drunken inadequate, and your act is a modest act of civil disobedience, despite the fact that the actions are the same. On the one hand, the explanel wags that not to explain. On the other hand, I don’t even want to listen to myself. I recall a traveler, diligently distant from the marginals.

Secondly, there is an opinion that your saved voice will move in favor of United Russia. And, which is characteristic, the party of power seems to be not particularly arguing with this superstition. You say, come and vote, otherwise ... But, understand me correctly, what is the hope that my filled ballot will not be thrown away, and the voice will not fit where they want? On faith in some strange limited decency of openly dishonest people?

Fars or not a farce - that’s the question. No, of course, a farce. The question is: how much is the imitation impregnated with the features of what it imitates? For example, as part of the filming of a feature film, I imitate a game of football with my comrades in front of the camera. Well, I'm running back and forth, I’m kicking the ball ... I seem to play football. I can theoretically get carried away and forget about the camera. But the director remembers his task. He will translate the episode, make as many takes as necessary. About the score, of course, we are not talking here.

Only about the impression.

In a word, I will not go to the polls. I hope there are more important things, for example, to take out the garbage. Understand me correctly - to participate in free and honest elections, of course, more important than garbage. But here is the wrong case.

And the last argument is in the spirit of the school head teacher. And if everyone starts to ride the railing? If everyone goes like me, will it work out well or bad? In my opinion, adequate.

Real life

Fine. There is something that exists in a computer, TV, etc. But there is probably physical life. Moreover, this physical life should shame its own distorted reflections. But somehow it has been slipping away lately.

Well, the weather. You can somehow react to cooling, warming, icing-which I do sometimes, and even this is not indifferent to me, but to describe in detail the decay foliage-or how wet snow touches the cheeks ... Not the genre, or something.

In our ancestors, most of the life went to prey of food. I would not want to live at that time. Let's say briefly, if in Moscow it is not made of food from food, then this side of life can be brought to simple automatism. It takes neither time nor effort.

Well, movements. Personally, I try to move somehow, including on foot. But…

My wife Masha once saw how a man, walking along the crossing of the metro, reports to someone on a mobile phone:

“ I am following the link ,” referring to the simple thought that he was following the sign.

Yes, and physical movements take no more strength than inside the computer. There are traffic jams, I agree. So the Internet happens, junk.

In a word, the world is sometimes similar to 3 d . The judgment is slightly given to Kurt with Vonnegut, but for me it is rather a quality mark.

However…

Inattention to the table can be dangerous to health. Dialogue of two girls in a minibus.

- Something is not good for me.

- What did you eat?

- The same as you, but with a gravy.

You never know what trifle can be decisive.