In the past two days, many people have been forwarding a short video and reading comments. Many people said that they had realized the philosophy of life after reading it, but I felt a little uncomfortable.
plot is that an old lady with bad legs and feet is sitting on a bench on the street. Her crutches fell into the middle of the road. She asked a young man beside her for help and hoped to pick it up. The young man agreed at first, but in fact he did not move. The old lady looked at him with contempt and got up to pick it up. As soon as she walked away, a heavy object fell from a high altitude and hit the place where the old lady was sitting. Seeing this, the old lady hurriedly thanked the young man and said that it was fortunate that he did not help.
I think this movie is too ridiculous after watching it. It’s simply the second uncle of the female version, ideological morphine. If you change the angle, you are the one who is asking for help, but you have watched this movie. Can you use this logic to think about it? What if I help her and she is killed? Maybe I can save her life if I don’t help her. The key to the
problem is whether it will be smashed to death? No, but the old lady may get angry. Why is it angry? Because you promised someone else to help but don’t. If you don’t agree, you will be angry because public order and good customs believes that it should help the elderly and the young. The logical direction of this film
is to reversely push the results to try to influence people's value judgments about the reasons and past. This is obviously an ideology that is set up. Can you shoot another short video? What about the result? What if the old lady went to pick it up by herself, but she would slip and sprain her feet and fall to the ground and die? Or did you die if you didn’t fall or get injured? Will the old lady still thank those who didn't help? I'm starting to hate it again. Or if the old lady fell but the falling object also happened at the same time, then she would change her judgment again. Maybe she would think that although she was injured, it would be better than hitting her to death.
What is the old lady actually doing at this time? It is based on the comparison of the benefits you lose after the fact, and constantly changes your value judgments about others. She does not have a stable value system.
or, on the other hand, in the same scene, an old man asked for help from the old lady. The old lady went to help the old man pick up a crutch, but the old man was smashed to death because of this. Should the old lady blame herself? Should the bystander blame her, and said that it would be great if you didn't help, and the old man wouldn't be smashed to death.
see something ridiculous? When we make a value judgment, we cannot use the result afterward to reverse the original decision, because no one knows what the result is. A possible low probability result is deliberately set, and other more common situations are ignored. To amplify and guide one emotion, while obscuring and suppressing another more generally reasonable emotion is to deliberately excuse the unreasonable phenomenon and to allow the angry person to suppress his emotions. Do value bullying on the weak side.
This is no different from the previous second uncle video. The reason why I was scolded is because others are solemn and self-improvement when encountering injustice, but it is too hateful to try to promote and use other people's self-improvement to cover up ugliness and sufferings, and rationalize this unreasonableness with culture and media. It is a mental narcotic.
Finally, let’s introduce Dylan Thomas’ poem:
Don’t walk into that good night gently Don’t walk into that good night gently, old people should burn and roar at dusk; angrily scold the disappearance of light.
Although wise people know that darkness is reasonable at the end of their lives, because their words did not burst out with lightning, they did not walk into that good night gently.
Kind people, when the last wave passes, shouts how gloriously their fragile good deeds may dance in the green bay, angrily scolding the disappearance of light.
