endless roses

Chapter 85 Primary Aphasia
How do you screw up your life?As a girl, she was reduced to the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, and she was still doing a job in a bad environment, giving up her dreams, and having unfortunate emotions. Are these messed up?Or, suddenly withdraw from the happy life seen by others and choose to walk a difficult and bumpy road.

I think when someone loses the part of him that he cares about, he's really fucked up.For example, if a father cares about his image and evaluation, he would have screwed up when he judged himself to be "smooth" many years ago, and he didn't have to wait for the later difficulties and betrayal; They're screwed up by putting them on the next generation; one of my judgments on my own tragedies is not life changes, not being disrespected, not having a hard job or a bad relationship, but one day, lying to myself and giving up on myself , this is the greatest tragedy.

Objective tragedies, after all, are seen by others. If I am suddenly involved in some accident, become disabled or become a victim in some news, well, it is also a tragedy.

I like rhythmic fluctuations, and I won’t ruin my life by walking on this road. It’s very boring. Life is so impermanent, so it’s hard to be passive. It’s better to keep a normal mind.A person also has to be picky about the way he walks.

Pushing the bicycle while eating milk bricks in the afternoon, it suddenly occurred to me that my wish is so simple, it seems to be too much.The main reason is that they are too precious, how many people have experienced them, and everything is eclipsed in comparison, so rare, so it is a wish.

When you mention Sisyphus in the morning, you say you choose to be happy, but I say you can smile.Smiling is not always happy, smiling is not always happy.What I didn't say is that it is natural to laugh at others, but it is energy-consuming to laugh at yourself.

I seem to have a little obsessive-compulsive disorder in some meaningless little things.It’s just some trivial behaviors, such as folding the umbrella neatly, scraping the cocoons on the hands, matching a certain dessert with a certain dessert, cleaning the table before class, calling a few words when encountering a small animal, taking a bath every day, and twisting it three times. Doors, shoes and stools do not want to press the floor tile line, etc., which can be thought of at the moment.Such boring little details.

At noon, there was no water in the blue pool in front of the school's public teaching building. Maybe the school hired someone to take care of it.A few girls stopped there and didn't leave. When I made a detour, I heard them say: "Look, there is a crayfish in the pond!"

Sometimes I occasionally have some happy fantasies, and I will laugh out unconsciously, and I will smile when I am sad and self-consistent.

There is no moon, it’s okay, the shadows are in pairs, she is my eternal friend.They looked at each other and smiled, and everything became normal, nothing.

It seemed that for a whole day before, I felt that I had lost my speech. Is it an early symptom?
After the aerobics class in the afternoon, I rushed to Ma Yuan's classroom in the first period with my shoes.After passing through the underground passage, I saw a few more wall paintings, including huge "Believe in the future", "Believe in yourself", "Love yourself", "Love Workers and Peasants Alliance", as well as the big letter "Please electric shock".

On the small black eDonkey in front of the teaching building, the balloon tied to it is Brown Bear.The car I listened to last time in front of the dormitory is a Koda duck, bright yellow, and double-decker.There is a colorful windmill standing on a small electric donkey, spinning and spinning, in which there is someone's childhood and joy.

(End of this chapter)