I thought of this film today because someone I thought was a buddy suddenly confessed to me at the beginning of the year.
I made it clear to him that over the years I had absolutely no definition of my relationship with him other than friendship. But he was reluctant to give up. It has been six months since he said this, and I have ruthlessly rejected it for half a year.
I can't tell him the truth: he's outgoing and social all day, but I only like people who are as dull and boring as myself. I'm not even sure if I'm interested in men, even though I'm not gay either. I love smart people, but when it comes to privacy I can't talk to him anymore. A certain teacher has poured too much blood mold for me.
He didn't know my firm ideals as a scientist. He used to be a Ph.D., and now he's an old fritter in the business world. Although I earn more than him, he thinks money can change everything, and I don't care. Money can be earned, whether you like someone or not is a principle. I never buy myself five-figure jewelry, but I have quite a few in my drawer, which I give to friends who make jewelry, or hang out on free fish.
I thought that although I had a body with a double X chromosome, I love traveling, diving, skiing, and hiking. There is no personality difference in these hobbies, so I and those male peers can regard me as the same kind. I always thought that those who called me buddies could really consider me one of them.
But this time, the embarrassed suitor let me know I was wrong. There was even a hint of fear in my heart when I said no for the last time.
He is a veritable middle class, and he used to be a man who raised his arms to call for equality between men and women, and lamented the rolling red dust of society, but he has become a face that asks you to obey.
I repeatedly refused and still couldn't understand, I felt it had become a entanglement, I was so angry that I couldn't sleep, and then my work condition became worse. The only relief is taking dance lessons at the gym at night. I can only feel some sense of security by looking at my clear muscles, although that may be in vain.
I can only complain to my old classmate Li Shao, maybe my real male friends are the only ones left.
Then we sighed the cultural regression together - but maybe the progress of the past ten or twenty years is just an illusion.
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