The world is full of "samples" of all kinds. Walking on the street every day, turning on the TV every day, someone will always tell you what is "perfect": beautiful women should have good skin, fair and shiny; A good model; a good man should work hard, drive a sports car to invite beautiful women to drink red wine, and occasionally take out his mobile phone to hold a video conference, so as not to miss important business events; a happy family needs three generations to live together, and the elderly and children are all in front of the camera Full of smiles, filial sons and wives, happy and healthy...
However, we are not perfect. Maybe we are gluttonous and fat; maybe we are ugly and have a birthmark on our head; maybe our parents are just alcoholics and migrant workers who like to collect dead birds on the road all day; maybe we just quarreled with our husband yesterday because he told You, he's gay. How to do? How to do? In this society with "standards of perfection", how should we, who are full of flaws, deal with ourselves? We can only hide our faces, run away, hide in our own cabins and isolate ourselves from the world, communicate with people only by typing, and then choose a fake avatar for ourselves on the Internet as a disguise.
Marx said: "If I were on a desert island, and I would get used to living unaccompanied, just me and the coconut tree, then I would accept myself, completely. At that time, we would not care about our flaws, That's part of us." Yes, it's only when we're alone that we can have the courage to face our flaws. But no one is perfect, it's not a disease, it's not a mental illness, it doesn't need to be treated. Life is like a long one-way street, and no one can guarantee that one of their own is born clean and flawless. When Mary tried to commit suicide, the background music played in the movie was a song called "QueSeraSera". The little girl in the song asked her mother, will she be beautiful when she grows up? will be rich? The mother replied that things are unpredictable and everything is unpredictable. Can anyone tell us, if beauty or wealth is the standard for everyone to face society, should those who fail to meet it should decide on their own?
It's just that it's really hard to face one's own flaws, as hard as it takes someone 45 years to overcome the phobia of unfamiliar environments. We practice various expressions in front of the mirror every day, and we go to the psychiatrist frequently, hoping that one day we can understand the standard of "perfection" and know when to laugh and when to cry. But maybe, when we are sad, we don't have a single tear, and when our faces are expressionless, our minds are smiling. Do you need to learn to smile? When Marx left peacefully, the smile on his face was joy from the heart.
We stay home because we're not perfect, and we're lonely because we're all imperfect.
PS: When Mary graduated from university, got a happy marriage, and became the darling of the publisher, her life was "perfect" and she entered the orbit of a normal person. From this "standard", of course, Marx, who was suffering from Aspie, was a man with People with mental disorders need to be healed. She forgot that she, too, was once an imperfect person.
PSS: "There's nothing wrong with Aspie, we're born that way, why should we change?" I admit that I don't have the guts of Marx to say this. If I were fat and ugly, and had a birthmark on my face, I would probably hide in the house for 45 years. In this society full of perfect standards, how many people can face their own flaws?
PSSS: Mary is actually very happy. And where are we going to have another Aspie patient sticking all his confidence to the ceiling?
PSSSS: A friend sent me a text message the other day and told me that I was in tears watching this movie. Now, so do I.
On 2009.12.23
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