Generation Z Artists

Chapter 66: A Troll Beyond His Time

What is indiscriminate killing?

When Fang Xinghe started writing, he showed no mercy to anyone and sprayed blood on everyone in an extremely fair manner.

In order to increase the sense of smoothness and satisfaction, he even deliberately reduced the resistance of the text, so that even the most poor students could understand it.

Of course, this is not a good thing to do and it is very unkind, but when he wrote this article he was aiming to make a big news.

Well, I got what I wanted.

Basically everyone who saw this article was shocked.

……Full text as follows……

How do you view youth?
What I mean is, everyone who sees this line of text, have you ever really thought deeply about where the joy and pain of youth come from?

If you don't have an answer yet, then listen to me.

I'll put my conclusion here first. There's no room for discussion as to whether it's right or wrong, but you can argue as much as you want.

——The happiness of adolescence comes 100% from being shit, knowing nothing, being heartless, reckless and stupid.

Lao Tzu once said: Mentally ill people have broad thoughts, and stupid young people have a lot of fun.

You see, the wise man has already explained this matter clearly.

Happiness is the simplest - don’t think too much.

As for the so-called puberty pains…really, you guys love to flatter yourself, what are puberty pains? It’s clearly pain all the time.

The previous generation suffered so much pain that they were mentally atrophied and unable to move, or unable to be hard or hard enough, and so they created literature of pain. I saw several familiar names among the judges of this competition.

As for our generation, our wounds are not deep, our pain is not real, our screams are pretentious, and our hums are artificial. I think we are very likely to create painful literature.

But no matter how big the difference is, it is true that both of our generations, as well as the trembling and voiceless 70s generation in the middle, did not have a good adolescence.

In my observation, the fundamental reason why adolescence is the most uncomfortable period for most people is that you are always trying to please certain people or things.

Play the role of a good boy at home to please your parents so that you don’t get nagged or even beaten less.

In school, I act like a sensible student to please my teacher and get praise to satisfy my vanity which has just begun to blossom.

If you speak sweetly in front of your grandparents, you will often get some pocket money - but you can't keep this money. Before long, it will turn into snacks or pictures and be sent to a boy/girl's mouth or put into a collection box.

When I wrote this, Taodang suddenly argued with me: "This is not called pleasing, how pure is this love? What you wrote is so vulgar!"

I didn't want to waste time arguing with him, so I nodded kindly: "Okay, okay, your love for Lu Tingting is just pure, pure, and flawless. She rolls her eyes at you every day because she hasn't understood it yet..."

"Yes! That's fucking true!"

The crotch-grabbing girl ran away happily, muttering, "No, I have to find a way to make her understand!"

Baofu and I looked at each other, and shook our heads in tacit understanding. Then he continued to play the handheld game console, and I continued to write my composition. Taodiao pestered Duoyu to accompany him to block Lu Tingting's way downstairs.

It is said to be congested, but in fact a more accurate description is: like a headless fly with its feet scalded, wandering in the arc area 200 meters away from the main entrance of the family quarters, admiring itself.

If he really meets him, he would be considered brave enough to smile at him and bring a lazy guy out with him.

It's fucking ridiculous that little boys like it.

The involuntary habit of pleasing in adolescence is even more damn ridiculous.

The annoying thing is, among all my friends, it's not just the crotch-picking ones who have this problem. The ones who get rich suddenly, the ones who are redundant, are all the same.

The reason why Taodang is nicknamed Taodang is not because his real name is Dang Tao, but because he wears triangle polyester shorts all year round which often makes his thighs itchy, so he has to reach in to dig at them from time to time. Over time, he habitually grabs his opponent's crotch every time he fights... Damn, he's really perverted.

I asked him why he didn't change into a pair of comfortable pants, and he replied embarrassedly: "I mentioned it, and my mother said: I think you look like a new pair of pants!"

Duo Yu's real name is Yu Xiaoduo. His current father is his stepfather. His biological mother remarried and gave birth to a younger brother, so he became redundant in that family.

He's always trying to please his stepfather by being diligent, doing a lot of work, speaking softly, and trying his best not to take money from home - I got him the money for his books last semester - damn, he's so unnecessary.

I also asked him why he didn't fight his stepfather, and he sighed: "He's had a hard time too..."

The nouveau riche man's name is Liu Fu. His ambition is to be like his nouveau riche father and have a lot of money for no apparent reason.

So this guy doesn't like to study, and he's always thinking about "making a big deal", but he doesn't dare to do it, so he always instigates me. Damn, he's really crazy.

The people he tries to please are the most diverse, including but not limited to his parents, grandparents, teachers, classmates, and the most important target - me.

He once boasted to his companions: "This is what we call smart! Can you tell me when I have ever suffered a big loss?"

I can only give a thumbs up silently.

Very good, you are the one with the most survival wisdom.

After all, his family is really rich, so losing a little money is not a big loss.

In fact, it’s not just them who are trying to please me, many of my classmates are doing the same.

Because I am the boss of the entire junior high school, I don’t bully honest kids and girls who study hard, but I protect all the hooligans.

Don't be surprised. I don't know if there are differences between the north and the south or between urban and rural areas in this regard, but this is the case here.

There is not a single middle school or high school in the county where there are no fights.

I discussed this issue in an academic manner with a female classmate, who was a transfer student from the South. She said that they don't fight over there, and that the more backward the place, the earlier the boys' territorial consciousness awakens.

I was surprisingly calm at the time. I told her, "It has nothing to do with territory. I realized at a very young age that it is impossible to reason with some people. The more you beg them to understand, the more they will bully you. It's the same now. Look around and think carefully. Who can you reason with?"

She really tilted her head to think about it, then looked at me seriously: "You."

I flatly denied it: "I don't want to reason with you either, but if I punch you, you will cry for a long time, which is really too troublesome, so I choose to reason with you and fight with those naughty kids."

She sighed: "You guys..."

It's quite meaningful.

I'm too lazy to figure out what she meant. I only know that when someone shows the intention to pinch you, you'd better fight back immediately and tell him through your actions that you have picked the wrong person.

If they retreat once, there will be a second time, and little by little their courage will be built up until things are out of control.

Later she asked me, "Who did you fail to reason with when you were a child?"

I rolled my eyes: "Housekeeper? Kiss me and I'll tell you."

She didn't kiss me, but called me a "hooligan" and ran away with a red face.

Oh, by the way, her name is Lu Tingting, the girl who was grabbing the crotch and trying desperately to please.

Later she joined my small group and became the Thirteenth Sister, calling me brother every day.

Later, I grew up and became more and more beautiful, so I no longer dared to say such nonsense as "If you kiss me, this and that will happen", because she would really kiss me... They all would, and my living environment was becoming more and more dangerous day by day, fuck!
Putting aside the difference in appearance between me and Diaodan, I think that the fundamental reason why a person is popular or not is the attraction and leadership brought about by the strength of his or her "self-awareness".

Otherwise, why am I the big brother and they are the younger brothers?
Is it just because I am handsome, elegant, real, interesting, cool and good at fighting?
This is definitely part of the reason, but what is more important is self-awareness, that is, who is making the decisions, who is executing, and who is providing the guarantee.

The one who makes the decisions is definitely the leader, the ones who run errands are naturally the younger brothers, and only the one who can make decisions and provide guarantees can be considered a good big brother.

These things are not stipulated by anyone. When a small group gradually takes shape, the wise ones take the lead, the brave ones rise to the top, the cunning ones climb up, and the cowardly ones hang on the tail...

Naturally, there is no need for a meeting at all, just be who you are.

Many children of my age do not realize that at an age when you should be most curious, most unrestrained and most fearless, instead of exploring your own potential, you try your best to please the people who are least worthy of pleasing. At this time, the most spiritual part of your mind that you use to build your "self" is gradually withering, and what is left is nothing but the mediocre survival instinct.

And me, I don't try to please anybody.

As to why, this is a very complicated evolutionary process.

Simply put, I may have pleased others when I was very young, but it probably didn't have any effect because I have neither a father nor a mother now.

In the years since I became a wild child, I have gradually figured out the difference between pleasing others and pleasing myself.

To please others is to base the hope of profit on others' recognition, liking, respect, sympathy, and so on.

And pleasing yourself is to keep getting stronger, and then screw it.

It is never as good to seek within as to seek outside.

The former is uncontrollable, but the latter can be solved by reaching into your pocket. Whatever power you store is your own.

Because my conclusion was too simple and crude, it attracted a lot of disapproval.

My brothers didn't oppose me openly, but they all defended themselves.

OK, OK. In fact, I completely agree that before we have independent abilities, we should properly please the right people in order to gain a better survival experience. But the most important thing is that in this process, we should not lose ourselves, and we should also quickly establish the ability to distinguish between "right and wrong".

We only have a few years to grow up freely, and all the good and bad things come to us all at once. What we accept, believe, and do will ultimately determine what kind of person we become.

Are you aware of this?

Whether you have realized it before or not, I believe you are aware of it now.

no need to thank me.

Now let's talk about who is worth pleasing and who is not, and how to develop the ability to perceive right from wrong - this time you can thank us.

Adolescence is the period when teenagers' self-awareness is the strongest but also the most suppressed. Because it is strong, they are reckless.

So adults will tell you that you can’t do this or that. Their original intention is usually good, but the reasons are always “because the bridges we have walked are longer than the roads you have walked”, “because we have eaten more salt than you have eaten rice”…

Well, anyone who is unreasonable and uses this kind of fixed sentence pattern to suppress you as soon as an argument begins is not worth pleasing.

These may include your parents, teachers, and elders, or in other words, it is these people closest to you who are more likely to suppress your nature with such simple and crude fixed paradigms.

It has nothing to do with love or not. There are so few problems that love can solve. Stupidity, stubbornness, selfishness, empiricism, which one can be solved by love?
Remember that adults are not necessarily smart, and their experience is not always correct.

Their experiences are all based on their own experiences, but when a person's personal experience is magnified to the entire world, it is always thin, one-sided, narrow, and superficial.

If someone teaches me by saying that he has learned lessons from history, I would definitely be willing to listen carefully.

But among these adults, how many of them have truly understood history?

Not to mention understanding the subtleties of human nature, social operations, political structures, and trends of the times.

Anyway, the redundant stepfather would only yell at him: "I provide you with food and clothing, why the hell are you arguing with me?"

So I particularly don't like an unnecessary stepfather, but that man does work hard to support the whole family. Apart from being partial, he doesn't have any particularly bad habits. So I can't bring people to put him in a sack, so I can only have less contact with him so that out of sight, out of mind.

Then gradually I discovered that all the people who are not worth pleasing have one thing in common:

They always teach us how to view this ever-changing world from a fixed perspective that is completely based on their own experience.

Bro, the whole fucking world has floated ten miles away, and you're still standing there gesticulating and telling us to do this and that, isn't that funny?

There is a sentence in the Book of Changes that talks about the principle of change: "As a book, the Book of Changes cannot be far away; as a doctrine, it changes frequently; it is constantly changing, circulates in the six voids, is impermanent, and is hard and soft. It cannot be regarded as a classic, but is only suitable for change."

This time our ancestors really said it, meaning: The only unchanging truth in the world is that everything is constantly changing.

Some people really don't understand, that's called stupidity.

Some people pretend not to understand, that's called being bad.

The fool is afraid that we will suffer losses, so he uses the valuable experience gained from his countless losses to stubbornly force us onto the so-called right path.

However, those middle-aged corpses, middle-aged puppets, and middle-aged clowns who have been domesticated into a certain fixed shape by society always fail to realize that they actually do not have enough ability to correctly distinguish between right and wrong, good and bad.

I don’t know what kind of cruel ending will make them understand that once they fail to establish the framework of a dialectical thinking system during their adolescence, it will be too late to change it after the age of 30, which happens to be the age to become parents.

The bad guys are afraid that we are too smart and will eventually surpass them, replace them, and destroy their plans, so they work tirelessly to push us onto the wrong path. If we ruin enough children, we can even get a reward from the bad dad. Why not do it?

So you think I hate bad guys more?
Wrong, actually I hate stupidity more.

After all, it is easy to identify bad guys. After a few more contacts, at most you will suffer a couple of losses, and you will always realize that these bastards have bad intentions.

However, stupid people are different, especially those parents who claim to be doing this “for our own good.”

Wow, it's really impossible to talk her out of it, and it's impossible to scold her. As soon as I resisted, she would cry and say, "Isn't it all for you that I've worked so hard?"

This is not just annoying, it's a punishment.

She was never like this when my mom was still alive.

She just patiently reminded me: "After I am gone, you must be strong and independent. Don't listen to what others say, just live according to your own ideas. I can't take care of you when you grow up, and I don't hope you will have a great future. I just hope you will be happy and be a happy person."

It was she who made me understand what pure love looks like, and then I became more and more disgusted with those inexplicable parents.

Many of our Chinese parents are actually not prepared for their jobs. They don’t know how to respect a child because when they were children themselves, they didn’t respect themselves either.

As a result, they are stupid without realizing it, bad without self-reflection, but still require their children to obey them completely.

If you are obedient, you are a good child. If you are disobedient, you are a bad child.

what is this?
They say it's heritage, no, I say it's discipline.

Standardization and training are neutral words in themselves, but some adults train us like they train dogs.

Is this reasonable?

Okay that makes sense.

Because we are not financially free during adolescence, we can only place our hopes for freedom of thought on our parents.

When they are open-minded, gentle and kind, you will be treated like this: "Baby, how about we do this?"

When they are stubborn, stupid and domineering, this damn youth is like being fucked by a dog, so disgusting.

Fortunately, no one suppresses my youth. I am a wild dog now and I can fuck anyone I want.

So if you also want to change something, then start now and learn to control these two emotions.

Either you be cheerful and heartless, or don't take it to heart if someone treats you like a dog and tries to train you. Everyone has been through this before, and it will get better slowly. At worst, when you are old enough, you can have a child and then continue to train him.

This is optimism.

Or you can set up a target in your heart, draw unworthy people on it one by one, and then get rid of them one by one, and only please yourself from now on.

This is anger.

Optimism can make you feel no pain and avoid the pain of puberty, while anger can make you return the pain double and drag the giver into the pain as well.

You can choose whatever you want, just do what you can.

But if you are a useless person who can do nothing and can only groan, tremble and tremble in fear, there is still one last way -

Don’t worship gods anymore, worship me.

Anyway, you have to please someone, so I'm better than some inexplicable idiot, right?
OK, now I declare that the Galaxy Divine Religion is officially established. I am your God King, leader, high priest, spiritual mentor and idol. If you have any problems in the future, just write a letter, put it in a bottle and throw it into the stinky ditch outside your house. I will reply personally after I see it.

You can think about the doctrine yourselves, I can do it all.

Finally, go search for a photo of me and burn a stick of incense every morning and evening.

Fruit cake, beer, roast chicken...there is no limit to the offerings, you can ask for whatever you want.

I may not agree, but my photos will always be smiling at you. Rounding it off, doesn't it mean that I am smiling at you and shining for you?
Alas, you bunch of wimps who can only cry and whine after being fucked by dogs but dare not fuck back, really, you need me so fucking much.

Finally, if you are dissatisfied with me in any way, don't hide in a dark corner and grumble about why I am so crazy. If you want to ask something, stand in front of me, stick out your tongue, and ask me face to face.

Remember to bring your lazy babe with you when you go out, that's it.

Finish.

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Oh, no, it’s not finished yet. The above is the main text, and there are a few postscripts below.

Do you now understand correctly what anger is?
Come, be hostile to me, hate me, judge me, and defeat me!
I really wish there was more fun.

In fact, I also need people like me, but unfortunately, most of you are not worthy.

This is not my sorrow, nor is it the sorrow of society. It does not need to be elevated to the level of national sorrow. The ones who should be sad are just you little pieces of trash.

Of course, I don't agree with the 80s beat generation that those stupid experts and bad guys are talking about. What the hell are they talking about? I'm here, and it won't break down.

So just rest assured and rot. I won't take you flying, but I allow you to watch me fly.

Until the day when you also become middle-aged corpses, middle-aged puppets, and middle-aged clowns.

[OVER, this time it's over, I'm happy, how about you? ]

　The first 300 words of this essay have appeared once before, and this is the first time the full text is released.

　　I didn't ask you to subscribe again.

　　Hereby declare
　　
　
(End of this chapter)