On the psychological mechanism of losers

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What is the mood of a loser?

It's an honor for me to present to you as a representative of the losers.

Of course, I'm certainly not the one who has failed. But I'm the one who can take the time out of failure.

To put it in modern parlance, I'm pretty good at PUA myself, and I've reached the stage of mental destruction.

In fact, most of people's adversity is customized, and customization means formulating adversity that is perfect and appropriate on the edge of the collapse point according to one's own preferences and imagination.

It's all imagination, isn't it? Now to introduce you to a few key points.

First of all, you have to be proficient in the use of the point of 'comparison', which is the saying 'less than the upper is more than the bottom', most people get comfort by comparing people who are worse off than themselves, indeed, this is very useful, but when you have the value of 'comparison', you will see people who are thousands of times better off than you, and you will also fall into this mechanism in turn, especially when the Internet shows more possibilities in life, you are just fully arguing your impossibility.

Remember, 'comparison', always have to compare, see people who are better than you, and then quickly fall into the logic just mentioned above, you can fully realize how bad you are and how good others are.

However, targeting your 'weakness', your appearance? Nature? Expressive skills? Occupation? Academic? Camaraderie? Affection? Love?

There's always something that doesn't go well, or else it's not human.

Let's take a specific example, a person has a very poor academic performance (the kind of poor objective reality) and a poor learning ability (reflected through academic performance, there is no way, we can only reflect it in this way). The ability that does not meet the results is called incompetence, not ability. ）

Starting from the 'weakness', I think about it in series, poor learning ability→ poor academic performance, but why do I have poor learning ability for no reason, it's not a brain disease or genetic defect, it's also a normal birth in the hospital, it looks like it's almost the same, why?

Silly boy, how can it be about the same? Other families may have started to attend elite cram schools since childhood, and regularly traveled abroad to study, which means that the skill points in a game are basically full, yes, it is krypton. How can players who don't play krypton can play kryptonite players?

Okay, at this point, is there a looming frustration that can't be eliminated? Because it's not something you're capable of doing.

Okay, here's another one, I don't know if you've ever heard, 'Others are hell?' ''All troubles come from others.'' ’

If we didn't have to worry about not being liked, we wouldn't be where we are, and TONY wouldn't have come into being.

So you have to have an idea that most people in the world don't like you, even if your TONY skills are outstanding, because it's not that they don't like your hairstyle, but they don't like you from the bottom of their hearts, they snub, they mock you, hurt you, all kinds of things, anyway, they just hate you.

The psychological mechanism of the loser is roughly like this. If there are any errors or omissions, please correct them, and the mailing address is shown at the end of this magazine.

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The magazine in the staff break room actually has such an article, and during the lunch break, I read it in its entirety, typical nonsense but logical online.

The Ministry of Personnel actually allowed this kind of weird magazine to exist, which was obviously not qualified, but apparently they only conducted a formal review, not a content review, after all, the sky and the sea on this cover are so chicken soup for the soul.

"Hello, this is the job number 878787887

"Okay, please wait, I'll check it out for you right away."

This is the most frequent sentence in my daily work, according to that article, this is my collapse critical adversity mantra, or something like that, anyway, people who write articles like to be paradoxical, but it seems that everyone has read their own meaning, and then misinterpreted it and wrote it down distortedly, and used it for their own adversity.

Find a definition for yourself, find a meaning.

But I don't mean anything.

Customer service is the most meaningless job in the world, but the most indispensable job, in fact, if you invest more money to build a good intelligent response robot, where do you need human customer service? It is precisely because of the robot's retardation that those customers call for manual labor when they have nothing to do.

And then we'll go online, yes, kisses, plus a warm rose with a weird yin and yang.

But people hate customer service very much, and it is true that they hate the sales customer service under the customer service category, and the words of people are to call you to buy insurance, buy things, upgrade telecom packages or something.

I'm doing the kind of work that people hate.,Regular wire-only telecom customer service are all prepared by regular companies.,We're callers to upgrade packages.,It's outsourced.,It's a labor dispatch company to recruit people.,And then lease it to a telecom company.,Assign some tasks.,How much commission is paid for how much is completed.。

Of course, labor is a human being, how can it be rented like an object, and we are not the other monster of East Asia next door, but unfortunately, it is essentially a lease.

I looked at the forms stuffed with names and phone numbers, and went to call politely one by one, of course, almost rejected, and sometimes even scolded, scolding us for how to do this kind of deceptive work, doing this kind of indiscriminate work with hands and feet, maybe they thought I was a telecom fraud.

Of course, most of them just politely refuse, and some simply don't answer the phone.

I made a very interesting call that day, where the ghost was crying wolf, shouting some words that I couldn't understand, but that person stayed online and didn't hang up. Or is something strange happening? I asked politely, but it didn't seem to be audible from the other side, and then the phone on the other side seemed to be thrown into the wind, whirring and whirring, like a roller coaster over a mountain, and finally hung up.

I've always cared.

Actually, I can cross out this number, and then continue to type a new one, anyway, it's the same as being scolded and hated repeatedly, it doesn't matter which one it is, it turns out that I easily did what I said in that article and was hated by everyone.

I kept that list, and every day when I went to work, I would call once before my lunch break, and it would ring for a long time, and then the message would not be able to be reached. It's not like I hate that I'm going to hang up, but is it because it keeps ringing?

This little number brings a little rescue to the adversity of my near collapse.

People always like to create meaning for themselves, and I may be fabricating a story for myself, maybe there is some strange story happening over there, and I am part of the story, as long as I keep calling this number.

I kept saying this to myself, and this meaningless work actually lasted for three months, although it was meaningless, but it felt more and more like a connection point, as long as I dialed out, I could connect with a person, that person's life is completely different from the life of the last call, and the life of the next person to call is completely different, of course, and mine will be completely different, but at this moment, we are connected.

I've been wondering, on what basis did we get connected? Is it fate? Or is it my mission? The idea of a Form 2 teenager is that I am the liaison who is about to save the world.

I connect with each world and assist each world in solving its problems.

It seems that there is more and more exaggeration, and if it weren't for the call to her again that day, I think I might have moved on to the Star Wars story.

She sounded like she was sleeping, and then picked up my phone, her voice startled, and her speech was startled, but it seemed to be very confusing, so to speak, there was no logic, and I wondered if she was being treated in a mental hospital.

But she explained the situation to me very seriously: she had forgotten who she was? Don't know how to go back?

At that moment, the spark in my heart flashed, but I was vigilant after being whipped by society for many years, is this a scam? Did she make up the stories of those bizarre no-signal, wounded people around her? And then you want me to pay for it?

But she asked me to go to her registered address to check it, was it a special trap that abducted people and sold them?

All kinds of doubts are intertwined. But the desire to participate in the bizarre story is also surging.

I actually believed her. actually agreed to her.

The phone hung up.

It's been three days, and I'm still hesitant to take a look at it every day when I'm about to get off work.

But every time I have an excuse, I'm too tired today? Having to work overtime today? Also, don't have time today?

But tomorrow is the day of the rotation, I am staring at the five-flower road marked by the Song body, the pork belly? Bizarre ideas popped up.

I sighed.

The next day, I came to the area where the Xinghua community is located, according to the route planned on the map, I got off the bus at the paper kite park station, it was an intersection, the entrance to the park was not far away, it seemed to be decorated with beautiful maple leaves, but this is not the time to visit the park.

I looked at the map and continued on, but the navigation signs stopped there.

Look up and there is a convenience store on the left. The signboard is a convenience store. Don't have a name either? I took a few steps back and observed, as if there really weren't. The glass windows on the outside of this cube reflect the greenery and parked cars.

Let's go in and ask, and buy a diet Coke by the way, so I'm going to go to the convenience store.

Jingle bell, when I pushed the door open, the wind chimes above my head rang softly, and the comfortable air conditioner came to my face.

Then there is the coherent convenience store operation, "Welcome! Looking at the counter, a girl with glasses showed a proper smile, which made people comfortable.

It's the same kind, and I immediately put a label on my heart.

Essentially, the waiters at convenience stores are also customer service, and they also have the words and procedures that need to be followed, as well as the smiles and clothes that are required.

I picked out a can of diet Coke from the freezer and put it on the counter, and the girl smiled neatly: "Hello, it's 3.5 yuan in total, how do I need to pay for it?" ”

Well, it's the perfect customer service material.

12 June 2020

In an air-conditioned room at 28 degrees, the bell in the opposite direction is striking a rainbow