Will you stop making fun of me?

I once had such an experience: when writing a diary, I always involuntarily switched from "first person" to "second person" and changed "I" to "you".

It's like talking to "the other self", complaining, repenting and comforting. ...

Years later, when I turned over the original diary, I saw an emotional self who was "worried about adding new words". Those so-called sad and unforgettable memories in the past are not worth mentioning at all.

So the stories and expressions in the diary are actually meaningless.

Everyone has a need to "express". Loneliness and meditation are the attitude of the wise, not the normal state of the general public. When comforting others, I often hear the comfort of "speaking out will make me feel better".

Bad emotions need to be vented. Don't bother, and wear a mask at the same time, you will be tired.

However, there are many ways to vent, and one way is not recommended, that is, to tell others about yourself as a story.

I know a girl at work who can write beautifully and has a melancholy temperament like "Daiyu". Her life experience was rough, and she was brought up by her adoptive parents. She almost missed the university with excellent grades, but her boyfriend who has been in love for many years walked into the marriage auditorium hand in hand with her best friend. Her health is not healthy. She often feels dizzy, heartbroken and insomnia. ...

Don't ask me how I know so much. I don't know her very well. I know because all my colleagues know, even many details.

She made up her experiences and frustrations and told them to everyone she knew. Not only that, she also wrote them down for everyone to see.

At first, I felt sorry for her. It's really not easy for this girl to live a hard life. She was grateful to say that I was her confidant and told me a lot of things sadly.

Then she found that I didn't seem to care about her story. I didn't treat her differently, nor did I continue to give comfort and sympathy. She was a little frustrated and stopped talking to me.

Later, she found a new audience, but many people were as indifferent as me. After listening to the comfort, it's over. No one took it to heart, and no one accompanied her to move and cry.

In fact, I really want to tell that girl:

In this world, no one can feel the same, and no one wants to feel the same in your story. Don't tell yourself as a story to others, you will be disappointed.

The world is in a panic, but the picture is broken, and the world is in a hurry.

Your life, your story, can only touch the surface of others, and even some people are too lazy to give it, just as a joke.

"If you want to give your heart to Yao Qin, who will listen if you break the string?" Even if you repeat Sister Xianglin a thousand times, you may say impatiently, "There you go again ..."

We all have a humble side, and we hope others will understand us, sympathize with us, win others' approval in a flattering way, and be different.

We all have a ruthless side, unwilling to pay too much for things that have nothing to do with ourselves, unwilling to enter another person's world, and unwilling to be a good "redeemer."

This is the reality. Don't be the one who tells his story endlessly.

We won't tell stories to others, so where can we complain?

It is better to tell flowers and plants than to tell cats and dogs. It is better to shout at the top of the mountain than to call at the seaside.

Or, if you want to stop talking about it, you can only say that it is a nice cool autumn.

Keeping a diary is also a good choice. Sentimental emotions can be remembered with a pen tip.

Don't take yourself as a story, tell it to others. No matter how complicated a person's experience is and how deep his feelings are, it is a bit embarrassing to be the protagonist of the story.

You are at a loss in the crowd, just smile, just whisper, and then turn around and swallow all the pain.

Because you know that no one can understand your pain except yourself, and no one can understand your story except the years.