let me complain about life. i believe that’s okay to complain. may be that even has genetic base. there was a research which showed that some people, who have some genetic pattern, love to complain to friends. but that’s in usa, in korea, where complaining is considered bad, nobody does that.

so i believe it’s ok to complain. what alternative do we have? you go to instagram and you see that everybody is happy. there are couples (have have resistance for those photos, never feel bad because i know they are not as happy as they show), and there are companies, friend photos, community photos. on the opposite, armenian twitter community is rather complaining. because as i understand those are people who don’t fit in this or that way, and are refugees from facebook, of course to the known, and not isolated from the world place - twitter. not diaspora.

so to me twitter is a very nice place. i can feel connection to the local community. i don’t follow anyone interesting from the outside world - i have interesting people here. and for celebrities, well, IT celebrities, I don’t follow them on twitter, though I would like to, because I cannot handle and digest big streams. I just cannot.

and the twitter here is the place for losers, for “refugees”. and i believe that’s ok to be a loser, and accept it, and live with it. so i perceive that community as community of complaining losers, and i guess that’s much more healthy environment than the happy instagram. first of all, because the happiness is not true. especially theirs. secondly, because we see that everybody around have problems, and everybody struggling, and everybody is unhappy, and that’s okay. it’s not only you, the loser, we all are.

thus the popular tags or meme replies on the twitter armenian community are “always”, “as well”, those that confirm that everyone has the same unhappiness. and by using those as memes people make fun of themselves.

so my today’s complain is - i hate my pidgin. i hate to turn it on every day to know i won’t chat with anybody. even the IRC communities i am part of, the most interesting to me, are rather silent, because nothing, no life is going on there.

i love tbilisi because of the life. not sweet, sometimes really tough, but there’s life. something is going on. armenia is a really sad place, because it is separated from the world. now also by the curtain of the “eurasian union”. we’ve got two guests in may, for the conference, so one of them was from russia, one from europe. on the road from the airport, the russian one panicked - ‘why don’t you have anything written in russian?’, and the european one said “why do you use so many latin inscriptions, if you have own letters?’. i have answered - i guess because we want to feel ourselves the part of the world. desperately.

բնօրինակ սփիւռքում(եւ մեկնաբանութիւննե՞ր)