I often wonder if the people on the Internet, the people you make in your heart really exist, are they like Schrödinger's cat I can't hurt real people for those virtual things so I never want to do it for them Wasting energy, I never understand what people in the fandom think I like novels very much, but the author I liked quits the circle, and I have only regrets that I can't extend the rest. Maybe I'm really a dull and boring person, so what is me? The obsession is like when I was in high school, I asked myself what the meaning of life was. It wouldn’t be the college entrance examination, it wouldn’t be traveling, and so on. I met interesting people and things on the trip, but I know it's not the answer. I still can't find it today, I just don't have the courage to leave. Maybe my life is to find things that can stimulate me to continue my life. Fun games in elementary school. Junior high school is eager to be excellent. Grades in high school reading novels, different lives in college, four-year postgraduate study in the ocean of academic knowledge, at every stage, I can always find the bridge that I can cross, but life is still dull, I don't understand this movie, female The protagonist is looking for a goal at every stage, from sex to love, from misfortune to perfect family. From childhood to adulthood, she will always be disappointed and finally abandoned everything alone to find a tree on the top of the mountain. She feels that she has found, She was relieved from then on. She saw that mountains are not mountains, and water is not water, but I can't do that. Her relief can't be conveyed to me through the movie. Instead, it brought me a little anxiety. I let myself selectively ignore this problem to comfort myself. I just watched a movie that the niche may not even be able to tell others. I'm such a lonely soul, looking for another lonely soul. I'm not going to do well because I've always been optimistic and positive. I may become part of an ordinary family. I didn’t find the gangster, but I just lived in a daze. I might become a lonely old man all my life. I’m looking for a so-called fun and then I found my tree.
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