What kind of life is a fog?

? Some time ago, when one of my brothers encountered setbacks in his feelings or life, he recalled the past and began to feel deeply about life. I said without thinking, I have been living in a fog, and my life is very short. Maybe when you think about life, life is over. We'll talk later! He wrote in an article that he really checked once, what is muddleheaded, and the explanation is: muddleheaded, muddleheaded (omitted).

? In fact, I have never looked up what fog is. No matter how all search engines explain it, my life is a fog in short. The so-called fog means that I have no goal, no idea, no thinking about the past and no thinking about the future, so I do something meaningless to pass the time now. The meaningless things mentioned here also include going to work, so a day is a day, and there is nothing worth remembering. This may be a fog. I

Now, I do almost mechanical work for a few silver dollars every day, and my pen keeps writing. In fact, I don't know what to write. I have been typing on the keyboard and doing programming for many years. I don't want to see those women across the street talking loudly about trivial things, and men smoking cheap cigarettes to cooperate with women's performances. I hate these people, who are called food and clothing parents by our company, and don't want to cash in.

After work, I either just lie down and look around with my mobile phone. No one knows what I think when I look at my mobile phone, because I don't know what I think either. Maybe I'm just killing time. I remember seeing a photo. The posture of smoking a cigarette a hundred years ago is similar to that of looking at a mobile phone a hundred years later. But my posture now, that is, the posture a hundred years ago, so the question is coming. What are they thinking when they smoke a cigarette? Occasionally, I will change my posture after work, that is, driving a broken car, opening the window, blowing the wind, playing music, listening to songs and having fun with a friend. I think this is a better posture than lying flat, but in the final analysis, it seems meaningless.

The failed marriage has been over for many years, and it seems that I can't remember what it feels like to have a partner. I seem to envy other people's lives, but in retrospect, I probably shouldn't live that life, because I always feel that no matter who I am with, I may not be able to live a good life. Some people say it's fear, others say it's autism, but maybe no one knows. This may be to recognize yourself. Some brothers say that beautiful skins are the same, and interesting souls are one in a million. I don't seem to have a beautiful skin or an interesting soul. I always feel that an empty body is dominated by a pile of meat, as if it doesn't deserve a normal life.

It's really a muddled day, saying that I'm old, I don't honor my parents, I don't do my duty as a child, I'm a walking corpse, I'm a coward who can't turn over after failure, and I can do anything. That's how I ended my life. Even when I died alone one day, there were four words on my epitaph. This is my life!