"Since you like small things, don't care about the public's eyes."

Living in a third-tier city, working from nine to five every day, step by step. I don't know how many people are as tired as I am from perfection at the beginning to coping now, but when I have this idea myself, what I see is probably that my thoughts are influencing. I think it's all like this.

? When I feel that we are all the same, I feel that many ideas received are so different. Those who work long hours in the unit are more keen on gossip and gossip. Some people about my age are older than me, and some are the same as before. It seems that outsiders look at them after work every day, as if they want to find "like-minded" from them.

? It's not annoying not to line up. I thought the worst thing I could do was to mix up an inappropriate reputation, and as a result, gossip floated into my ears for a while. What I hear is extreme, hot, childish, angular and not round. I am not very angry or indignant, but I am surprised. Why is my body full of scars without too much overlap?

? Some time ago, the leader asked me to "chat". She said that we are not a peacekeeping force, so there are so many right and wrong. Hearing this, I wonder if what she said is right or wrong.

? I want to paint and do what I like, but once this idea is stolen, I will receive the look of "I am stupid". I don't blame people in third-tier cities, but I hate that my life has been inadvertently taken away by irrelevant people.

? When I heard the gossip again, I tried to "save the day" by myself. I think if everyone is like me, our environment should be a little easier. Didn't the song say "life is so difficult"? The result is no result, and then there is no then. I don't want to change anyone, okay? I don't think I did! I just want to correct my bad habits. At that time, including now, I felt that I was the chivalrous man who walked the rivers and lakes. Although I want to travel around the world with my sword, I am covered in mud so that passers-by on the road can see the jokes they think are jokes. I brushed the mud off my body and laughed at my martial arts.

? I'm listening to Driveby now, and I think this moment is especially suitable. Although she seems to be a love song, I can hear what I want to hear in my ears.

Next time, I will continue my Jianghu road and polish my sword first.

So the other you in parallel time and space, remember, don't care what you don't like, they won't like you anyway!