Book: The illusion of choice. Step

- You don't love people? the question blurted itself.
- And for that I love them? the man shrugged, selfish, greedy, weak, jealous... continue?
- No. You think all people are like that? You've never met a selfless and kind?
- Well, maybe not everything, - he drawled, - but it is the exception rather than the norm. They wallowed in filth, ignorance and misery...

I have a week turns 25 years old. The only child in the family, higher education, work as a lawyer, get your legal fifteen thousand rubles a month and live in my own apartment. I do not envy. Although, in principle, nothing. Friend I have one, and then in between her next adventure. The work is boring, no boyfriend, and never was. No, there were, of course, but never anything serious, and over a month to late when I realized that in casual relationships I do not agree and more serious, will require effort. Anyway, I would grab one date to understand that it's not mine. And force yourself to smile and lie I don't want, but just for the sake of "tick"... I can't. "Naive romantic fool", dubbed as the last guy left me just a week of Dating. Here this is, and it is unlikely that this is already possible to do something. We can only accept and live.

- Are you sure that will work?
- And you still doubt? I'm still here? So, it's possible, just need to find the system - and all! Come on, you know that so can not continue!
- I understand, but if they find out... that's the end! They unite and wipe us off the face of the earth!
- Nothing! We will succeed! You know what to do!
- Okay! May the Great Gods will help you! This will be the great day! I so want to watch them when they realize...
- I like... heard a quiet whisper.

The fear was irrational and stupid, wanton... It was not a specific fear of a stranger, or rationale for someone's illness, or even the possibility of losing money or a job. No.
It was the fear of the future. The fear of loneliness and grey days, mired in domestic concerns. Clock - work - home - dinner - call to parents - the hours in front of the TV or with a book - sleep - alarm... and so on to infinity.