In our world, far from news is a person who is not able to love. Some call it narcissism, others call it selfishness, narcissism - a whole host of terms can be coined. It would seem that at the present time it is simply impossible without these qualities - it obliges the business, and personal relationships often develop in such a way that it is necessary to show composure so as not to wallow in depression and fear of parting. But, as they say, all good things should be in moderation, and with indifference, the absence of any feelings should be exactly the same. However, sometimes people do not realize that their obsession with themselves, hostility towards others is already developing into a mental disorder. That's what we’ll talk about now.
Most often, the narcissus is presented to us as a person who does not love people. Such a person is too fixated on himself, whether on the outer shell or on knowledge, spiritual development, and so on. In the consciousness of an egocentric person, it is he who is the ideal worthy of all the best. All other people, including those who surround him and even love him, are a kind of "slaves." He believes that they exist only in order to give him warmth and joy.
Most often, a person who does not love the people who are in his environment, is characterized by a very mean inner world, a narrow worldview, emotional emptiness and alienation. Even in noisy companies, such a person experiences a feeling of loneliness only because he believes that she (he) cannot condescend to everyone else. Such people rarely maintain meaningful conversations, and not even because their knowledge base may be insufficient, but because they simply do not know how to communicate. It is from this that a man who does not love people constantly suffers, although he himself does not consider such a state of flour as flour, and even vice versa - he admires him.
If a similar trend does not pass over the years, with experience gained, then all this develops into misanthropy. Many psychiatrists call such a deviation a disease of the modern world, which is more or less characteristic of each of us. A modern person who does not love people becomes so through the fault of the same society. Such a personality disorder has acquired a special scale in our country, where the division into social strata is too evident, where people who have power and money are pushed around by everyone else, and the latter, in turn, begin to hate in the soul. Thus, one person can only hate traffic cops, who endlessly fine her, the other, angry at all utilities, begins to quietly hate the white light.
In the course of such gloomy tendencies that engulf our world, many of us forget what it means to love a person. And this is not about relatives or relatives, but, as they say, the first ones they meet. It is important to notice the little things that passers-by are unintentionally making for you. For example, someone gave way to the subway or helped convey a heavy basket of groceries to the cash register. Notice the smiles that a tanker, seller, hairdresser can give you, and do not forget to give a good mood to everyone around.