It has been a few days since I watched Frank, and I still have an aftertaste in my heart. Genius, why do so many people, including me, wish they were geniuses? I wish I was a genius in writing, with Rimbaud's talent for exporting poetry and writing good sentences. But in reality I'm more of a little girl who's making a fuss. I used to wish I was mentally ill, and I think only geniuses have this privilege. I used to wish I had a lot of artistic pain in my life. But in fact, I am a little girl. I love to eat, play and dance. My hobbies are very grounded. I'm not tall by nature, and I don't want to be a tall genius now. That honor does not belong to me. Just be an ordinary little girl who writes, and don't seek so much fame, and don't pursue the laurels that are not mine. Why do people need to be special, why can't they be ordinary, why can't they be one of thousands of grass, why should they be geniuses. Just being a mediocre and happy person is fine. If you add a little kindness, everyone will be happy. From another perspective, everyone is a genius in their own field. There is no need to compare, to seek names, to look tall, or to surpass anyone. Everyone is a guardian genius of what they love. Maybe John in the movie is a genius as an agent, maybe my mother is a genius at quarrelling, maybe my dad is a genius at walking the dog, maybe he is a genius at gardening... From today on I don't want to be a genius anymore, I All my creations are loyal to myself, to the rustic self, the self in the green grass, the vulgar self. I want to be real, more than tall.
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