I opened the show at 10:20 on the night of June 28, 2020, I drank a bottle of Dewey, three bottles of Asburg, I felt dizzy, I felt the food in my stomach tumbling and stirring, I felt the world was upside down, nothing ,Meaningless. They sing 100,000 ml of tears, I'm afraid I only have 100,000 ml of wine. Fleabag is so similar to me, playing a game of everything and not caring, when in fact life is a mess. The friend she cared about lost her life because of a stupid relationship, and the cafe she cared about was heavily in debt and went bankrupt. Gradually, the wall of her heart was built higher and higher, and she became more and more comfortable in front of others, so free that others thought she was real not give a damn about. So she threw herself into sex again and again to get a short relief, but in fact she just became more and more empty, but sometimes she would hold the guinea pig in the dead of night and think of her old friend and the innocent and happy days. Loving someone like that is really hard work. The world is an absurd operating machine, a huge utopia. There is a meditation class for women, and the next door is a class of swearing sluts; your sister's husband is looking for you to pick a gift, just to sleep with you; your stepmother is in harmony with you, and turns around and sleeps with your ex-boyfriend. "I just wanted to cry, all the time," Fleabag said. I can understand it too well, when the person who can be the best outlet in my life disappears, everything begins to collapse little by little. I know that she fell on her friend's boyfriend and indirectly caused her friend to commit suicide. It really doesn't deserve pity. But I still admire my sister for stealing the statue in the end, let's say fuck off to the world, just like her. Probably the only difference between Fleabag and me is that I'm not going to have sex with my best friend's boyfriend, ever. At 11:45, I was watching the stars on the balcony again, but there were no stars today. In fact, I was thinking in my heart, I am not as bad as her, at least my friends are still alive, my parents and sisters love me, I should be more optimistic than her, and Not more emptiness, or more addicted to emptiness. Learn to be at peace with yourself. Watching this kind of drama with a strong sense of fragmentation always resonates with me, maybe it happens to complement the broken part of my heart. The reality is always more absurd than we imagine, and all sorrows have no answers. Come, let us raise our cups to honor today's suffering, tomorrow the sun will rise as usual, we must live well. At 1:45, her London life was a mess, my Chinese life should be better and more vivid.
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