No one listened to the words in the middle.

Yoga Lin has a song called "I'm always practicing alone". The lyrics are faint, which explains the loneliness in modern urban life.

In the MV of that song, Yi Jia plays two roles, accompanying himself and talking to himself. His always faint expression makes people feel distressed.

"Going to work alone

Going to dinner alone

Entangling with more people

No one has heard the words in the middle

I'm not lonely, I'm just emotional."

Have you ever had that experience, happily talking about a topic, and finding other people playing with their phones or absently playing with their skirts for an instant?

So in order to avoid embarrassment, I slowly learned to shut up.

Over time, there is less desire to express: nobody listens anyway, so it's so melodramatic.

Have you noticed that many people's thoughts and moods are posted on social networks instead of locked in diaries?

Some people talk about it just for one person, while others talk about it just for themselves.

I answered the lyrics: "There are so many people who are lonely, so no one is lonely."

I remember seeing something in the tweet of a friend who wrote something before:

While waiting for the hot pot, that friend posted a circle of friends and a picture, which is the kind of game that often follows the trend in the circle of friends:

"You can send me a long short message before 12: tonight-warm heart, apology, complaint, venting dissatisfaction, or always. "

According to him, he received hundreds of messages that day, the longest of which was about 5, words. Although he always likes to play such a game of death for himself, there are still many people who leave messages seriously and he will read them patiently.

But what impressed him the most was a girl's message:

"I transferred your picture to my circle of friends, and after an hour, I didn't receive a message or comment, but there were two likes."

The friend who wrote something wrote: "I can imagine her holding her mobile phone in anticipation while brushing Weibo, waiting for a private letter, thinking that she would receive some unexpected surprise, but ... it seems ..."

It's quite distressing.

I have been thinking about this question yesterday: Why do people sometimes publish sentences that are only related to their emotions, or even that only they can understand?

As adults, we can rule out the possibility that primary school students extract a sentence and pretend to be deep, and we can also rule out the possibility that middle school students prefer not to say it directly, but to show it to someone, and even rule out the possibility of being stolen.

why are we saying things to everyone that should only be said to ourselves?

I think sometimes it's for self-motivation, to "expose" my ideas, and then I should respond to this announcement and keep encouraging myself.

sometimes, I just want someone to listen to me.

I have a special desire to express myself only in the face of familiar people or familiar environment, and I usually choose to remain silent the rest of the time.

I don't think this silence has anything to do with "high cold" or anything. Others listen when I say it, and I listen when others say it.

Fortunately, I'm a talkative person, so it's good to talk to my friends if I'm unhappy, but have people who are not good at words heard their thoughts?

In fact, everyone is a book, but you never want to open it. Even the classmate who always sits in the corner of the classroom has few words and is ugly, and even you forget his name.

His story is no more boring than anyone else.

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Dig out some thoughts that I jotted down on my way back to school from Shanghai at the end of last September:

"Two or three hundred people are standing in a huge city venue, lining up to get steamed buns and soy milk, meat steamed buns and green vegetable steamed buns. I carefully took a green vegetable, opened the food bag, and it was still warm, with a faint fragrance and a little sweetness. Everyone talked softly, dressed in suits or cotton and linen gowns, and two or three people gathered around quietly eating steamed buns. I sent WeChat to my mother: It's a wonderful experience to stand with hundreds of people and eat buns. "

This is a special experience when going to a seat.

"One seat" is somewhat similar to "TED" in China. slogan is "Humanities, Science and Technology, Daydreaming". Every time, eight to ten speakers from all walks of life are invited to take turns to give a small speech for about 4 minutes.

For example, Ma Di, who sang Nan Shannan, Shi Hang, a screenwriter in the recent "The Story of Qipa", a microphotographer who took pictures of snowflakes, a special effect makeup artist in movies, and even an elderly curator of Dunhuang Museum.

They are far away from my life. After listening to their stories for forty minutes, I found that there is such a novel world.

I was at the scene that day and listened to eight people talking. From 1 pm to 8 pm, except for half an hour of eating steamed stuffed buns in the middle, I basically kept silent and only used my ears to communicate.

It's a little different from what I expected. It can't be considered boring or interesting. After all, it is not easy to concentrate on listening to eight people "talking" for a long time, and it is even more necessary to collide with the thinking of people in different fields, different ages and even different languages.

It turns out that in the parallel time, some people did so many things. In the time when we used to exist or even didn't exist, some people raised goldfish with Grandpa to experience the aesthetics of life. Some people opened China's first science fiction novel, some people started raising wild animals, and some people lost their abacus and successfully drifted across the Yangtze River in Tiger Leaping Gorge.

In the world where countless lives exist, we are embedded in the huge and fine screen of parallel time by something called "role". You are a speck of dust in the cross section of time, and also extend into an unrepeatable life line.

no one is born without a story, only the unknown past.

no identity, no label.

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Everyone is often lonely, and they don't realize it when they have a good banquet, but when the crowd dispersed, they found that they couldn't hold anyone's hand except the beer bottles that they drank almost the same.

In fact, we all have many moments when words are not listened to, and we can only learn to get along with ourselves. I saw a very sad cartoon "Bojack the Horse Man" before. Bojack's mother said to him:

"Now, you can enrich your life with work, books, movies and your little girlfriend, but you will still be incomplete."

Maybe it's a little pessimistic, but I think life is really like this. We can never express ourselves clearly in words, and we can't fully deliver some of them.

For these silent moments, let him be silent, and accept those who are incomplete, and no one is absolutely complete.

I have a friend who plays very well in college, but I always feel that she is still worried. Although she usually laughs and plays the fool, I still feel that she has a part of herself that I have never touched before. She really wants to tell us, but as another individual, there is really nothing she can do to fully understand.

So what we talk about most is the daily trivialities. I know that those profound and helpless things may not be able to relieve themselves with words, so let's talk about flowers blooming, rain falling, worldly warmth and indifference.

I hope these will make her feel more comfortable, just like floating for a long time, stepping on the ground slowly and getting steady.

We can't escape the silence in life. Perhaps I am too pessimistic. If I place my hopes on others, then this sense of security is not stable.

There is a profound word called "self-crossing". My understanding is: "The boat is under your feet and the paddle is in your own hands."

come and leave anytime. You can talk and laugh at the riverside restaurant, or you can hide in the water.