I also enjoyed watching The Lonely Foodie before, the revisiting journey that was going on until a month ago, and I have seen the seventh season from the first season. In a sense, life in London is similar to a lonely foodie. I can watch an uncle eat every day without interruption. Of course, I can watch a sex every day. Whether it is a one-man show or a rival show, probably the highest state of loneliness is like this. Well - the protagonist's thoughts and experiences are condensed into two ancient human sports, in order to keep himself alive and for someone to help him survive. All aspects of making love can be presented in an upright manner, just like when everyone talks about eating, so it seems that the meaning of life in London is not so simple. Going a step further, if modern people’s lives revolve around eating and having sex, sharing their feelings very calmly, and hoping that the other person will cooperate with their feelings, then if they can’t eat together, they can eat alone, and if they can’t do it together, they can solve it by themselves. To put it harshly, life like this is no different from mammalian life. Some people may think it is extremely sad, and some people may definitely return to the basics. I feel that people's time does not have to be occupied by these two sports. The creatures at the top of the species can do other things completely. The remaining energy is dedicated to other wonderful things. Anyway, the basic underlying needs are highly transparent and do not need to be wasted. Over time, there is a tacit understanding between men and women. It would be sad if you only had to eat and have sex and watch others eat and have sex, and nothing else, and I told myself the same.
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