Book: Confessions of an "inferior" person. Page 1

How many in this world of accidents, different poor people... no, I can safely say that everyone is miserable in this world; however, all can with their misfortune to cope, unable to openly go against the opinion of "society", and it very well could be, do not condemn, perhaps even sympathize with them.

... she, too, was unhappy, and unhappy people sensitive to grief.

If a woman suddenly starts crying - you need to give her something to eat something sweet, and then her mood will instantly improve.

To understand how and what a woman thinks seemed wiser than to understand the thoughts of earthworms; however, the lesson does not the most pleasant.

Women... they attract, then repel, and then suddenly in the presence of people treat you very disdainfully, absolutely heartless, but when no one is around, pressed firmly to his; they sleep like the dead, and maybe they live to sleep?

I now are neither happy nor unhappy. Everything is just passing by.

There is such a word: rejected. So call usually miserable lost people, moral monsters. Now, since the birth I felt rejected, and when I met a man that did too, I felt a surge of tenderness for him and then could not restrain admiration of himself.

My understanding of happiness was at odds with how I understand it from other people, and it became a source of anxiety that did not allow me to sleep at night, drove me crazy. So after all, what am I happy am I? Or not?

I'm very susceptible to suggestion; when I say, for example: the money don't spend it - say, knowing that will spend them, I'm starting to think that it is wrong not to spend, otherwise deceive their expectations, in short, there are some misinterpretation and, as a result, I spend all the money.

Still, it is surprising that, deceiving each other, no one as seen this is not suffering - cheating try not to notice. And when this human life gives us plenty of examples of mistrust, distrust - convex examples, is obvious.

When people ask me what I want, but then suddenly ceases to want anything. "Still there is nothing that would please me", flashes in mind in such cases. At the same time, I could never refuse a gift, even if I didn't like. Cut "not necessary" I could not; and if the thing even liked me, in the end, felt only a terrible bitterness, as if it had purchased stolen goods; but still the irrational fear haunted me. In short, to solve this alternative, I was not able to. At the end of life this trait of my character began to seem to me an essential factor in my shameful existence.

The more a person has fear, the more he wants untamed passions.

Society. I think I managed, finally, to some extent, to comprehend the meaning of this concept. Only the rivalry of individuals, competition
immediate and specific, in which every certainly tends to win - that's what it is. People never will submit to another person; a servant and he tries to win, even at the price of low servility. That's why people in order to survive, couldn't think of anything better than to cut each other's throats. They advocate something great, but the goal of the efforts of each "I" and "me". The problems of society are problems that each "I," the ocean of people - not a society, it's a lot of "I".

But I feared God. In his love did not believe, but the inevitability of punishment of God was afraid. Faith, it seemed to me, exists so that man humbly appeared before the court of the Lord and accepted God's punishment with whips. I could believe in hell, but in the existence of heaven was not believed.