I watched "Frank" today, a little feeling
Take off the mask and we're all freaks.
You would never imagine that the programmer's way of releasing stress is to sit in the corner for a long time, quietly fantasizing that he is a rabbit; the female teacher directs and plays a one-man show for herself every night before going to bed; the gentle and polite neighbor , hobbies are shooting cars parked outside the window with a nail gun; a quiet girl who passes by your door every day after school, sneaks out of the house to attend an occult meeting every night; your unsmiling boss is privately obsessed with cool-aid, Grape-flavored icing sugar in the toast; that venerable retired professor you saw at the skate park taking off with a bunch of teens... (I'm bullshitting, some examples
Our skin and all the relationships it maintains are hypocritical, just to maintain a normal life. The true heart under this layer of skin is secret and tender, with different shapes and strange shapes, but it cannot be made public, otherwise the social relationship that you strive to maintain will break down, the balance of normal life will be broken, and you will be excluded from the life of a "normal person" Orbit, lose the right to a decent life. Despite our own misconceptions, we are hostile to undisguised geeks, who are monstrous, ugly, and vulnerable with less skin than we do.
So Frank had to put on a hood, a layer of skin he made for himself, otherwise it would be difficult to live. He was as innocent and sincere as an apple without a peel, so fragile that he could easily collapse. So please, don't rip off their hoods, don't pierce the appearance that the so-called "normal people" are trying to maintain, and spy on the truth of their lives.
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