What are the details of Spongebob?

Not long ago, stephen hillenburg, the father of American cartoonist Spongebob, died of "gradually frozen man". His cartoon Spongebob once accompanied us through childhood. Now, the group of people who have seen Spongebob have already become middle-aged people who soak Lycium barbarum in thermos cups.

But you know, this cartoon is actually much simpler than what we saw when we were young.

Many plots can't really be understood until adulthood.

Behind those thoughtful details is actually a dark history of adults.

One,

There is a friendship called Spongebob and Patrick.

They happily catch jellyfish together; Blow bubbles; Tell a cold joke.

Patrick said, SpongeBob, I was born to meet you.

Everything changed until this episode.

When he sent a big star to catch jellyfish, he fell off a cliff and lost his head. As a result, he suddenly became smart when he pretended again.

Smart Patrick no longer despises silly Spongebob.

Spongebob wants to catch jellyfish, and Patrick just wants to be a quiet and beautiful person.

Spongebob wants to play hermit crab, and Pai Daxing just wants to vomit, vulgar! Bored to death!

Spongebob told jokes, and Patrick never laughed again. Spongebob jokes are no longer funny.

Lost the same topic and unequal knowledge, so that they can never play together.

Spongebob wants to catch jellyfish, blow bubbles and play pirates.

Patrick just wants to do experiments and study the ever-changing phenomena in nature.

Patrick said Spongebob didn't understand more and more, and what Spongebob did seemed to be getting lower and lower.

They can't go back after all.

Patrick said, "My friend, we seem to be drifting apart. We used to be very happy together, but now we can't get along. " We should go our separate ways. This is life, understand? "

Spongebob said sadly, "But we are best friends."

Patrick patted Spongebob's head and turned around mercilessly. "Face it, my friend."

Seeing this, I finally understand, isn't this the friendship of adults?

In the old days, those friends who cried, laughed and played together slowly left in time.

There is no betrayal, no tearing, no evil, but we have different views and experiences when we grow up. You can no longer understand his anguish, and your anxiety is just to show off to him.

So we never have anything to say, from a thousand words to silent praise, from best brothers to a hundred thousand whys.

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