I was asked what a “tupic profession” is.

He began to write the answer - and crumbled on the whole post.



In a conversation with a friend, we gave the definition - "potential pit."



Imagine it here. You are a young man, 18-20 years old. You are looking for work. There are a lot of suggestions, but the SP is not satisfied. And then you see an advertisement, for example: "The guards are needed" and sp - thousand 25. You are like that, oh! I will work and then find a better job.

And here you, guy, are falling into a potential hole.

See also.



- Zp higher than your peers - Cool, che.



The work is simple and not stressful. So not bad.



- Truth, although not stressful, and time to find another, or there to learn during work, or to acquire a new skill that will help in the future - no time.



After a little time (a few years), the potential hole has become deeper.



-Zp is only slightly higher than your peers (they were working "for growth")



- From a simple and non-strenuous work, but which takes all your time - you are a bit off.



- It is more difficult to find a new job - because you will have to start from the same level as a couple of years ago (and there was one that didn't please you then).



They are accustomed to a certain level of income. Loans are there. Don’t give god, and the girlfriend will suddenly look like that.



But for now it is not so bad. And when you think about it, you say to yourself, “That is nonsense! I can go anytime and start all over again!”



Five years later, we went swimming. To get out of this hole, we need superpowers.



PS is lower than one.



You start losing friends. Not because they are richer, but you are poorer.



You’re just ashamed (your ambitions remained the same when you were younger)



And I have nothing to tell you. They have projects, chiefs are selfish, Petka has gone north, Dimka has joked with the chief engineer. and etc. You used to watch the pharmacy, now you watch the store.



But you’re a company guy – and without friends you won’t stay. New friends are colleagues. The guys are easier. Friends are easier. Your - if it were - falls down (it coincided with an unemployed student who had a future) And by the way, I’t blame her. She doesn’t want to talk to your new friends and their respective girlfriends.



And you, even if you say to yourself, “Yes, I’m at any moment!” But you report to yourself that if at 18-20 years of age to get a low sp and be on the heels, in general, it is normal, it is the same at 28-30, somehow embarrassing.

And the little that I knew and knew was wasted, and the flexibility of the mind did not add. Your bosses will be younger than you.



And here you’re sitting on the bottom of a potential pit digged with your own hands and mocking Putin, of course.



Well, the list of stumbling professions you can make yourself, I think.

Sometimes in childhood (year-old so at 15), a aunt from Israel came to visit us, and we gathered several families of relatives, including my nephew.

And here is the long-awaited meeting, everyone rejoices, aunt distributes gifts, and gives my nephew an iPhone, after which, stretches me a tablet with the phrase "I am this to you."

I am in shock, t. I did not expect anything like this, I start to dissipate in gratitude, but I am interrupted by the phrase "Yes, I have something in the tablet language does not switch, look."

This feeling of discomfort and disappointment was difficult to repeat.

I remember, at the age of 13 watched with the boys a video from the studio Privat. It was done this way - after the lessons they went to a friend, he got out of the dusty cabinet a slicked VHS cassette, inserted it into a video magnetophone, turned on and... For an hour and a half we watched fascinatedly the same kind. Modern schoolchildren do not understand - they have the same contact at hand, in which to find porn is not difficult. It was like a revelation to us. The details of that porn are still imprinted in my memory. There were two bodies, a blonde and a red, and five men. They fuck them in all poses, but compared to modern porn looks like a retro.



At some point, with a curious look, I saw an incredibly lulling moment. They were fucking in the wooden pavilion, against the backdrop of the idyllic village pastoral. Nature is what? Yes, there are all kinds of flies, bugs and goats. Somewhere in the middle of the film, during sexual intercourse in the ass, a porn actor gets his ass out of the developed ass of a sex worker, and right into the open hole of her ass flies a fly! This is a big fly with a greenery. And the uncle, having decided to continue work after a five-second break, with a sharp blow drives the fly right into the abyss of the anal flying hell.

broke out of that then. In the summer I went to my grandmother. There was a distant relative of mine, Nastya, who quickly introduced me to all the local cattle contingent. As a city boy, I quickly gained some popularity - from the oil-looking views of local girls there was a hope to drop the leaf.



That is what I am for. At that time, I’ve come to realize that consumers of content can be different. A modern analogy – someone is sitting in the VK, and someone is in the Donoklassniki. Someone drinks Hunt Strong, and someone drinks craft beer. Someone is hitting into the stinking hole of the village toilet, and someone is hitting into a white facade toilet. And I realized this because my story with the fly has become a parable in the tongues. We were sitting on the river, and one of the locals suddenly said to another:

Did you watch porn yesterday?

and ah!

They begin to discuss the details. I first listen and do not blow, and then I gradually begin to understand that they mean the mildest erotic on REN-TV that was previously filmed at night. So soft that there even the breasts did not show, let alone the shit. They call it pornography.! to

And one guy had such a quick reaction that he was sitting down and just catching a fly with his hands. I was constantly crazy about it. Here they sit, he catches his flies, and then I get involved in the conversation and tell them about my flies!

Fuck, it was a furor! I struck their imagination. Vasya just so persistently came to me:

Gray, right in the ass?

and AGA.

That is exactly how they show up there. Well, if I shoot Tanka naked straight, I’ll put cancer – right so?

Well yes. Only the fox is wrapped. Right in the ass.

You’re not in the shit, but in the ass. Where is collapse?

and AGA.

Did the flies fly there? This is such? And she shows me a thick fly on a hurried palm.

Right there here.

You are fucking!

and fucking.

I then, thanks to this story, heard Kazanova and fucked one madmuazel. Then he went back to the city. There were, I remember, such "flashes" - something like gifs, only interactive. A terrible shit. There were two of them on the disk, you can cut a bunch of them on the disk. I cut the normal "flashes" and flash games with some Masyanya from the top, showed it to my parents at home, and then I had to manage as quickly as possible to drop all this good on the computer and remove it from the disk. Bolvanka cost rubles five or ten, we bought them in a fold with the boys, and then these discs with the porn cut on them (not necessarily, cane, cut music and just funny videos) walked around the area. We even somehow mutilated the business, sold them three times more expensive than the cost, and bought nothing. Yes, then we got puzzles, but that’s another story.



Misha, I remember, had a Motorola RazerV3. Top mobile, although we were tormented with it quite - in his life tried to work it out, I remember for this mobile almost a district to the district. Constantly just earned - in the purchase it was taken expensive, when suddenly the money was needed. And in the entrance between the monotonous conversations and the drinking of beer, the hunt was to look at the rust. Therefore, Misha always had all the shit on his mobile phone. And a lot of porn too! Hey, it seemed to me then, in fact, the assembly of a high-quality video of half a minute each. But what was there! and lesbians! Fuck the horse! The Negroes! The rape! Anal and oral, classic and all sorts of different poses! I think Misha experienced all this on himself when his father found the archive on his phone.)



And this fucking brake internet with shaking, whispering and whispering when the modem is turned on! Fuck, how he made me angry. You sit for five or ten minutes (and sometimes longer) waiting for one image to load. My computer was constantly suffering from this — as soon as my mother knocked into the room, I just forcibly cut it through the switch button, because all the open tabs on the desktop were wildly braking, not wanting to close. I had already tried to climb the forums, but, unlike a local historian with a map name, I did not do it to play in all kinds of browsers there, but to honor the abomination. In one of the scripts he was straight. She described her daily adventures in such a picturesque way that the spirit captivated her. As she got up in the morning, she wrote and whispered on the toilet, then went and sucked out to her boyfriend and went to work to suck out to the boss at the lunch break. Now I understand that these are unrealized sexual fantasies of some nymphomaniac or a man in general, but still thank you, as you are there. Thanks to you, I didn’t die from sperm toxicosis.



The magazines were also saved. Cosmopolitan thank you! At that time, even in every Babi-Huite like Lisa, wildly vicious stories were published about Tian who saw lesbian dreams or wanted to be raped. and SPIDINFO! This is the sanctuary of any zero-dresser! And I was always attached to the eroticity of the description, although the pictures were also very good. On the upper shelf behind the stalls of grandfather books such as "Hitler's Notebook" was orphaned "Emmanuel" with a lost root. They put it so not in vain - in order to forge it out of there, it was necessary to turn all the other volumes (and thus burn it up if the parents came home earlier). So I came up with a whole system for reading "Emmanuel" - I cut off the root and put it in the place, creating the appearance of the book, myself reading at night with the light of the lamp. In the morning, my sweaty fingers grabbed the book back to place.

Truth is often interpreted.

in the forest.

Events somewhere in 2008.

Bus, morning, winter and trip to work. I go. Drunk from the night, the comrade chose me as a target for the conflict. A healthy man, fixed, of course, through the swimsuit, it is not visible how fiery or sporty he is there, but the width of the shoulders is envious. It is all about morbidity. I’m not conflicting, I always thought the best fight was the one that didn’t happen.

So the escalation of the conflict is reaching its maximum, and straight now, straight here will begin. I wonder why I’m in the bus. I say:

- Let's go out, let's talk, - and I am already pretending - I have not been in a trauma for a long time, now it will be repeated...

The stop, the doors open, the fighting alcohol athlete jumps out on the street, I take a step toward the door, but... the door in front of my nose clamps, the guard gives on the gases. I look back at the driver, and he, through the noise of the engine, says:

You ought to.

A young man, a man, or I would have gone out stupidly, and there already, with my combat experience.

I think there should be a ceremony to close the pandemic.
...
And a huge inflatable virus appears, he says goodbye to his thumbs and tears. Lev Lechchenko sings: "Here again everything has gone, a quarantine fairy tale, goodbye, goodbye, our affectionate virus, return to your shit China." The audience cries and cries with marble bandages.
The virus is hiding in the sky.