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Who do men usually talk to?

Who do men usually talk to?

Who do men usually talk to about their troubles? If a man often tells you about him, he probably likes you. First, if he often tells you his worries, it means that he has you in his heart, he trusts you, and he is willing to share his favorite worries with you because he likes you. Then let's see who men usually talk to about their worries. This is for you. I hope you will like it.

Who do men usually talk to about their worries? 1 Everyone has to experience all kinds of emotional things in life, so it is inevitable that there will be troubles. Especially men, men's minds are more about making money to support their families. Wives don't understand children's problems, even parents and so on. If the man says nothing, these worries will only accumulate. Even in the end, negative pressure is unbearable, so we often see some men worry a lot. I'm curious about many men with worries. Who do men usually talk to about their troubles? Of course, men don't talk to their wives and children because they don't want them to worry. But who can he tell?

Who do men usually talk to?

Who do men usually talk to? Men are generally more self-righteous, or too arrogant to let their families know nothing. So many men, married and unmarried, say nothing, at least not to their families, parents, wives and children. In fact, many people are puzzled by this situation and tell their families more. They will help you unconditionally and relieve men's worries. But on the contrary, men never tell their families what they are thinking. Maybe it's something that causes dignity When it comes to who men will talk to, two people may talk to them. One is his very good friend, and the other may be a stranger.

Who will a man tell about his emotional experience?

Who will a man tell about his emotional experience? Men will tell many people about their worries, but rarely tell others about their emotional experiences. On the one hand, emotional experience is a relatively private matter, and it is not good for others to know. Carelessness may cause danger to others or something, so men will either keep their emotional experiences in their hearts for life. Or find someone to talk to and vent his depression. This person is probably his best friend. Or someone he trusts the most. In short, this person is very important to him. That's why I told him my emotional experience.

Who do men usually talk to? 2. the green radish is raised by one person, and it is illuminated by fluorescent lamp every day. I found it by chance in the office. A pleasant cup was half full of water, which was very shallow, so I put it on my left hand side and discharged it neatly with the green radish.

Men go to work in the unit and only do three things every day: fetch water, go to work and get off work. A table and three things are enough for him to stay all day.

The man is about thirty years old, neither tall nor fat, good looks, and there is an air in his eyes when he smiles. It's warm to see people. It was very cold, but he was wearing a burgundy windbreaker. "Are you cold?" I asked him, and he smiled. "When I walk out of the office, I will put on my down jacket."

I went to see the year-end performance, and he was going to do something so that he could have an account. Obviously, he can't stay in the office now, and the leader can't refuse to take pictures.

I was wearing a down jacket, sweating, sitting in the studio, looking forward, wearing a burgundy windbreaker and holding a camera to shoot. As long as I watch, he will shoot. After the performance, a group of people crowded out. I went to the office to have a rest. He hasn't come yet.

I drank hot water and leaned back on the sofa. He finally came, looking like a travel-stained man. I stole a look at him, many times, and the eyes next to the display screen looked at me. Ten minutes passed like this. I got up and walked slowly forward. I approached him, and he pulled open the chair next to him and grabbed the packed clothes. "Sit down," he said softly. I thank you. Thank you. Sit down. While doing things, he said to me, "I wanted to do things in the afternoon and go home early at night." As a result, the leader called and had to work overtime. " The tone was calm, as if it had nothing to do with him. "I will go home tomorrow, or there will be no car the day after tomorrow." He gave me a look and muttered. Today is the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, and the Spring Festival will be celebrated on the twenty-ninth of this year. I thought to myself, how helpless this should be. He speaks Mandarin. He must be a foreigner. I asked him, "Where are you from?" "Shandong people, Rizhao, are you familiar with it? Many people have never heard of it. " He gave a sincere answer. "I did a lot of physics problems in junior high school, all of which were sunny." I told him that he looked at me and smiled, and a millet tooth came out. "Dongtai opened the high-speed rail, so I can go home at night, which is convenient." There is a little joy between words. After a while, he looked at the time. "It's half past six. I went down to eat. After dinner, I came up to continue my work and try to go home at 8: 30. " He skillfully changed into a down jacket. "I went down to eat. Go back early. " Say that finish, and went away. I packed my bags and went home hoping to see him again.

When I saw him again, it was already a weekend after half a year. He is going to the countryside because of his job transfer. I found a reason to play. I sat in the office all morning, but he didn't come. I'm a little disappointed. On his desk, the green radish is still flourishing, and there is a dead plant next to it, like a cactus? I sent a message to ask him, and he will come back soon. It's aloe. It's dead. I went home for lunch and thought he wouldn't come. I looked depressed and didn't fall asleep at noon. I went to the office again in the afternoon, and there was an extra storage box on his desk. The materials are neatly packed, and even the clothes are folded well. He was going to leave without saying goodbye. I'm a little disappointed. He came to clean at noon, but he didn't want to see me.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, he appeared at the door of the office. At first, I only heard the click of the key, from far to near. Later, the sound stopped. I thought someone would come, but when I looked up, it was him. He smiled and bared his millet teeth, and stood quietly by the door. Ten seconds later, he came in.

I'm surprised.

Very comfortable joking, very nice voice, very generous of him. He came over and bent down to look at me. I sat on the sofa and stared at him, suddenly laughing. "I'm off today." I said to him. "What about tomorrow?" He asked again. "I will have a rest tomorrow, too." I'm happy to say. He stayed in the office for a while, got up and left first.

"When are you getting married?" I asked him on wechat. "Soon, I will get married this year." He always answers me like this. "At that time, please, your father will come to my wedding." He always said that. I smiled faintly. How many young girls should think about this kind of person if he doesn't get married.

What a man's heart this is, I think alone, who gets him, what kind of happiness it will be!