Talk about self-deprecating trash cans

I have a natural skill, that is, as long as I become friends with girls and get familiar with them to a certain extent, I will become their emotional trash can.

Whether it's a strange leader, a quarrel with a boyfriend, or a contest between girlfriends, they will talk to me for the first time.

For a long time, I enjoyed the role of emotional trash can. I thought my personality charm won their dependence and trust. Besides, I am a bit like a teacher, and I am keen to give people all kinds of advice.

I asked a friend, "Why did you tell me such a big secret?" She thought for a long time and said, "I don't know. As long as something happens, I will think of you."

This is probably the purest friendship between men and women, at least that's what I thought.

However, I also feel sad and want to talk, but they all think that I am a saint, and any problem is not a problem in front of me, let alone listening and enlightening me like me.

"Everyone is talking to you. You must know a lot. "

"I thought you would never be sad for a person, a fragile person like me."

After hearing what they said, I had to swallow my bitter water back and continue to pretend to be an "emotional expert" who sees through the world of mortals.

Over time, I absorbed more and more negative energy from my friends, but I couldn't find anyone to vent, and the whole person became more and more gloomy.

Lao Yao is the opposite sex friend with the most dog blood stories around me. Naturally, I became the best person for her to vent her sympathy.

Whenever she has an emotional illness, she will send a long paragraph of WeChat text to bombard me.

If words are not enough to express her feelings, call me. She won't care if it's convenient for us to answer, but she will call me until I answer.

Once when I was squatting in the pit, Lao Yao pestered me persistently and asked me, "Did the murderer dump me because she was fat and liked other slim girls?" "

I hold my shit and accompany her to scold her ex-boyfriend. Although I think Lao Yao is half responsible for this failed relationship, I can't say so because of the identity of the emotional trash can.

Lao Yao scolded me for being tired and said that he would wear a mask, so he hung me up. I want to change my squatting position and stand up. My legs are numb and I can't move.

It was quiet for a long time, and I was getting ready for bed at 1 1: 30 in the evening. Lao Yao made seven or eight more pronunciations, each lasting 60 seconds. I thought, God, it's like a time bomb, but I still watched it patiently one by one.

The content is nothing more than that the ex-boyfriend updated his circle of friends. Which girl's slender hands are in the photo?

I introduced the restaurant he went to today. How can he take others?

Should I call him and scold him, or be sarcastic in my message?

……

I really can't think of anything to comfort Lao Yao. I feel empty in bed. ...

The next day, Lao Yao asked me out to meet, saying that short pain is better than long pass, and he wanted to end it with his ex-boyfriend and asked me to help him.

Under my glib tongue, Lao Yao gave up the idea of rushing to his ex-boyfriend's company to fight his face in public, and directly changed all contact information to delete, which solved it.

I think now that her problem has been solved, I'll try to talk about my recent situation. Actually, I've been wronged recently. The girl I like has always regarded me as a spare tire, and my work has not been valued by the leaders.

As a result, Lao Yao has been looking pale. No matter what I said, she was absent-minded and ate quickly, as if the meal belonged to her ex-boyfriend.

I asked her, "What do you think?" Staring at the scenery outside the window, she turned around blankly: What did you say? "

I smiled wryly, shook my head helplessly, bowed my head and fiddled with the things in the bowl, so I ate the second half of the meal silently.

Later, Lao Yao and I went home separately. On the way, I kept comforting myself: relax, not everyone can be a qualified listener like himself. Most people only care about their own trifles and are completely uninterested in other people's trifles.

Yes, the emotional trash can is to let others suffer for themselves and never complain. If you complain, you deserve it.

The next day, Lao Yao didn't look for me again. It seems that what I said yesterday is still useful. Until after 1 1 in the evening, Lao Yao sent a message: I still can't help but go to the company to find him. I didn't expect things to get too big, and the leader fired him ... Finally, I looked sad.

I stared at the mobile phone screen for a long time and replied to Lao Yao: "Whatever."

Then I turned off the power of my mobile phone and got into bed. There is only one thought in my heart: I have fed all my blood to the dog.

From then on, I completely ignored any groans of Lao Yao and just wanted to live my life wholeheartedly. Later, when I was getting ready for bed at night, I made up a paragraph and sent it to Lao Yao:

Lao Yao, I regard you as a friend, so I am willing to act as your emotional trash can, listen to your unfortunate story anytime and anywhere, and give appropriate suggestions.

If you treat me as a friend, shouldn't you care about my recent situation and listen to my story after venting negative energy? Or do you think the emotional trash can won't be sad

Communication is mutual. It's selfish to dump the garbage on others and then turn around and leave. Moreover, if you don't want to hear any useful advice, please explain it in advance, and I will laugh it off, not take it to heart, and not look at your predicament stupidly.

Since then, Lao Yao has never looked for me again. I don't know whether she is guilty or simply thinks I am an emotional trash can. But in any case, I am no longer a thankless emotional trash can.