Fiction writing practices demons.

Zhiming sat by the window, and the afterglow of the sunset spilled on the table. He opened the mail and wrote to the doctor who wanted to consult. He can write by hand before he puts it aside. He had the experience of writing long letters to friends, drinking some wine, spreading out writing paper and pouring out his heart. His pen began to gush.

This time, he is going to write to the psychologist and talk about his own problems. After all, his friends are very busy. It is said that he wrote a letter, but in fact, he also regarded it as a drift bottle. Maybe the problem hasn't been solved yet, but it has been put in the light, so the problem doesn't seem as serious as he thought.

Or a tree hole, he is not the kind of talkative person, but when he picks up the pen, it seems that the whole world and spiritual world are writing.

This pen is like a written statement in a case-solving drama I have seen before. Now I call a lawyer, and that man has to hold a fan in court. Without a fan, his thoughts will be blocked, and with a fan in his hand, he will have confidence. Just like the pen in his hand, when he decided to pick it up, he felt that his problem was solved.

"Hello, doctor. I don't know how to start. Maybe I should go to marriage counseling instead of a psychiatrist. I think my main problem is that when I face my feelings, there will be irrational things in my heart. I know this is very common in today's society, so sometimes I think it's a mountain out of a molehill. Maybe everyone is sick.

In order to be cured, I no longer avoid medical treatment, but open these stalls in the sun to see the light, so as not to say that negative emotions accumulate in my heart and rot. I think you have seen many situations, and you will not be too surprised or look down upon them, because we are interlinked in human nature.

Sometimes it's hard to say that as a man, it seems that this kind of weakness should not appear. The society expects us to be strong, and Taishan collapses in front of us without changing color, instead of expressing inner weakness, even weakness, otherwise people will feel unlike men, or society expects men to look like superman.

But on second thought, how can a chivalrous man not have a soft heart? The wounds of soldiers on the battlefield healed. Isn't it courage to dare to expose your true self?

Maybe these are excuses, but anyway, let's get started. Maybe one day we can meet and talk. Maybe it's more relaxing. So much for the prologue. Let's get down to business.

When I am single, I will look forward to the arrival of a relationship, but strangely, I also look forward to keeping this situation unchanged, not changing for anyone, not interacting with anyone, and not pleasing anyone. However, strong expectations are pulled in the heart, just like saying that a person is hungry, but he doesn't want to cook by himself, which is too much trouble.

Having said that, I have a little understanding. I don't want to change, I don't want to change the status quo, I take the initiative to change, and I don't want to change myself. Maybe this is what others call a comfort zone. Maybe what I should do is jump out of my comfort zone.

After meeting some people, I will think to myself, is this the person I am waiting for or someone else? Even seeing a girl whose last name I talked to before will make my heart tremble. It seems that a surname evokes those unpleasant memories, and those unpleasant pictures in the memories threaten you. How could those people do that? I often think.

Some people are afraid of heights, some people are afraid of the dark, some people can't stand the noise, some people don't accept criticism, and many people are also afraid of marriage and love, afraid to face a relationship, as if talking about feelings will open Pandora's box, an irrational world will suddenly open, and the whole portrait will be changed, losing its usual calmness and openness. "

When he wrote this, he looked out of the window and it began to rain. There were strips of rain falling from the window. Thinking of many things that happened in the rain, those people seem to be separated by a rain curtain, hazy in front of them and like a lifetime ago.

Think of the poems related to rain: "It rains at night in autumn pool", "It rains lightly in Weicheng" and "It doesn't need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle" ...

There are also songs related to rain: "I walk alone in the rainy night, and you are like a little sun with a kind of warmth", "It keeps raining", "It keeps walking in the rain" and "There is always sunshine after the storm" ...

He lit a cigarette and lost himself in vague memories and smoke for a while.

He looked at his own handwriting, took a deep breath and continued to write: "If it is written, it is also a cure. Then I am willing to expose my deepest fear and put it in the sun, so that the light can enter the closed ventricle and meet the future life, instead of living in a dark corner all the time.

The huge shadow can no longer be shrouded. Why just live a life that doesn't matter? Instead of pursuing real life, facing challenges and storms? Even in the end, I was black and blue and failed. It's better than crouching in a corner, shrinking under the threat of shadow pain and maintaining a seemingly calm but hopeless life, right? "

When the mobile phone vibrates, he usually turns it into vibration, but he can't hear it ringing. Silent and continue to write.

"You know, when I finally made up my mind to contact, I still had fear. What if I am rejected? What if I find the wrong person? What if there is no result? What if you are betrayed?

My parents divorced when I was born, and my first feeling about marriage and feelings was fear. Afraid of being abandoned, betrayed, humiliated, accused and looked down upon, it should not be surprising that you see many people.

Even the slightest move by the other party seems to affect you. On the bright side, you are delicate, sensitive, considerate, and others will regard you as a warm man. The downside is that you are suspicious, jealous and distrustful, which stifles feelings, or you are too serious and critical.

Subtle changes, or her usual interpersonal relationships, may make you nervous. Everyone looks like a rival in love, and she tends to be unfaithful. She can't relax in her feelings and feel at ease.

Only endless self-torture and beating around the bush to get to know her, if the other person doesn't care too much. In fact, you are more like a supplicant, a child in love, always asking the other person for a sense of security, so that the abandoned child sitting in the darkness of your heart feels safe and warm.

So your behavior looks neurotic and sensitive in the eyes of the other person, just like cutting a hole in your hand, which hurts when someone touches it carelessly. It seems that you are in control, controlling the other person is in line with your safety margin, and you are like an unreasonable child in the eyes of the other person.

On the surface, like a big brother, you are considerate and considerate, and the other person depends on you very much. In fact, you need others' dependence on you more, so that you will feel needed and valuable.

You also want to be respected and considerate. One day you are tired. If she is still a little girl, I hope you will continue to spoil her like a big brother. You may be powerless and start to retreat to your own cabin and world. It's not that you don't love her, but that you feel that your strength is running out and you have never been replenished in this relationship.

Because you are tired and don't move, many people don't notice, or even if they notice, they don't feel obligated to charge you.

The other person may think, I want to play anyway, you have no electricity, that's your business. You want to make me happy, you want to satisfy me, you want to give me a sense of security, you want to give me a house, you want to give me a gift, you want to be a punching bag, you want to do this and that, who told you to chase me? Isn't that what happens in TV dramas? Why not? No, I will change people.

She doesn't think of herself as a huge baby with huge nipples. She is dissatisfied with her endless selfish desires, but she doesn't feel obligated to take care of others. Everything revolves around her, she is the sun in the galaxy, and everything must be submitted to her.

Is this really normal?

Who is sick? Or are we all sick? Men don't look like men and women don't look like women? Meaningful values have been fragmented under the torrent of social trends and people's inner desires.

Where is the way out for our time? Where is the way out for marriage? If the small family in society cannot be stable, will this big country composed of small families be stable?

If one's marriage is unhappy, how happy is his life?

Big talk, doctor, or friend. You're right. Maybe everyone has to live with injuries, just like sometimes they have to go to work when they have a cold.

True courage may not be never being afraid, but going forward and starting to perform when you are afraid.

Christine once sang a song with a lyric "No one is complete, but there are always people who can be trusted."

He stopped and took a long breath, just like a fish swimming out of the water to breathe. Looking out of the window, the rain is falling on me. When I open the window, the fresh air comes to me.