"Procrastination" Tales Of Mere Existence

Unexpected Ballers: Mormons In The Hood Schooling These Dudes In A Basketball Game What the radical left can learn from One Direction | Idiot Joy Showland My entire generation is traumatised by something that hasn’t happened yet. Shaking and sleeplessness, autoimmolatory alcoholism, fits of violent rage and sobbing breakdowns, weeks of self-imposed seclusion, an epidemic of anxiety. Generation Todestrieb. The accusatory inner voice that used to constantly seek out our weaknesses and insecurities doesn’t even have to bother any more. Personally, I’ve never been a nervous type; I tend towards melancholia instead. My sample is admittedly small and unscientific: a handful of recent graduates, often broadly middle class, mostly from the humanities. Still, it’s not like we’re the first generation of youth to emerge trembling into the foreboding landscape of the Real World. We’re constantly connected, digitally rubbing shoulders with people across the world, and the result is that we’re more and more alone in humdrum phenomenal reality. Given the sheer pointlessness of the world of work, becoming a hikikomori makes perfect sense. Like this:

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