I'm 23, and no one my age has ever told me that I want to get married. I heard about two of them one by one for a moment yesterday. I was very surprised. I was so surprised that I didn't say congratulations. I was the first one of my best friends to not go to school when I was a child, but after finishing secondary school and working until now, I have no idea of getting married. Other good friends have not graduated yet, and I feel that marriage is still far away from me, no matter what. It surprised me a lot, I think we are only 23 this year, so early, the one who said to get married was a classmate from 1992.
In fact, I am a very indifferent person in my bones. On the surface, I have a good interpersonal relationship, but in reality, only I know that my social skills are very poor, except for some inevitable factors, such as working together in a class, after a fight I am very afraid that others will have a further relationship with me. In my opinion, the fewer friends, the better. I don’t like all social activities. Bars and unfamiliar people are not happy to sing. Every winter and summer vacation, they will disappear for a week and then Caihui will tell Biren back. Every time someone asks about my boyfriend, I say that I don't always surprise others. When asked why, I always joke that "I have a girlfriend." This is the answer even when a primary school student asks. I don't have a boyfriend. Too high, on the other hand, I am also afraid that my relationship with me is too good, and it will be uncomfortable when it breaks down.
I'm always skeptical about relationships, and I don't think I like it for a long time. Just like I liked Depp so much in junior high school, I don't have a big feeling when I see him now. My first dog died. I squatted beside the rigid body and cried for a long time. After the first puppy died, my mother forced me to throw the body away. My two favorite dogs were missing. , I cried every day and every night, and my brothers and sisters shouted their names nearby, but now I see other beautiful dogs on the street. This shows two problems. One is that "time is a great healer" as Siniang said, and the other is that love is no different from liking a dog. You can like it to the core of your heart, or you can forget it. mood.
Li Ye can see clearly: "close relatives and close estranged couples" are two people who have nothing to do with each other. If there is no responsibility, how can the chemical substances secreted support the two people for decades, and it is even more unfortunate that There are always those who are irresponsible.
The one who played the best in the dormitory, our values and outlook on life are a little different, or even completely opposite, especially when it comes to choosing a partner, she insists on finding someone she likes, and I insist on finding someone you like Our own, it seems that subconsciously, we have no extravagant hope of finding someone who is in love with each other. It turned out to be a very boring report that if you want to find someone who loves you and can be together in the vast sea of people, the odds are similar to that. It's the same as finding aliens on Earth. The fact that she dares to pursue a boy regardless of anything makes me both contempt and envy. Once on the bus, I met a very satisfied boy, but no one said anything. He got off the bus, Li Peng and the two of us. After discussing it, she regretted not talking to him. She said that she really wanted to give me the courage to ignore it. I really wanted her kind of courage at that time.
Last night, I watched "Grand Hotel of Foreign Affairs", and said that a group of old and homeless old people were attracted by the propaganda album to the so-called "most exotic Margarita Hotel" in India to enjoy their old age, but when they got there, they realized that the so-called Grand Hotel was a dilapidated one. The hotel, such a few old people are living their lives in various ways. The retired judge looks for the gay man he loved but lost when he was young. After a lot of searching, the old two embraced each other, the judge died, and the lover took him The ashes of their ashes were scattered in the lake they watched when they eloped when they were young. The wife of the civil servant husband and wife, who were in good looks, confessed to the judge, and the last person returned to the UK. Together, like other young men and women in love in India, they rode motorcycles on the streets of India. This kind of ending makes me sad. Is it at the end that I realize that the most important thing in my life is to find someone I love to live with, and to be with someone I don't love, and my heart is always empty.
Why don't I know? I'm just afraid that the final outcome will not be good. I might as well find someone who is dead on to myself. It's better to be lonely than hurt. But... the only one I've seen so many movies is "Sleepless in Seattle", I know why she burst into tears when she got up in the middle of the night and slashed an apple. I know how much I weigh, and I can’t do the role of a wife no matter what. Every time I think about spending decades with someone in the future, eating together and sleeping together, it’s terrifying to think about, and I have to have one or two more. From time to time, the flesh that fell from his body made himself angry, worried, and anxious.
I wish I was like "When You're Old" when I was old, so I have nothing to fear.
: When you are old
--- William Butler Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
When you're old and gray-haired, you
sit sleepily by the fire and take this book down,
brooding , Falling into the memories of the past,
your tenderness and beauty were colorful in the past,
how many people love your short-lived figure,
love your appearance in false feelings,
only one person loves you as a sacred worship,
love you not because of the ruthless years from beginning to end.
By the stove hood you lowered your brows,
brooded, muttered,
how love flew to the top of the mountain,
hidden among the stars, and your face was hard to find.
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