Trigger again. The pain of the original family is that I have no right to choose, and I am forever trapped in the prison of morality and the bondage of blood, and I am ashamed and hated at the same time. Hubert and his mother are two extremes. He is sensitive and slender, he loves poetry, painting, photography, and has all the necessary qualities of an elegant literary youth; while his mother wears rustic clothes, talks with three aunts and six grandmothers, and loves watching soap operas. How can they put up with each other? When they were forced to be tied to each other, there would only be constant quarrels and quarrels. From beginning to end, they were like two bulls, stubbornly and angrily hitting each other with blood and blood but not giving in at all. A person's values define the self, and when two values conflict, "persuading" and "compromising" are "killing" and "killing", and what has been bothering hubert is "self-destruction" And the choice between "hurting mom", is it "I love you" or "I hate you". Going back further, his mother is the medium that gave him life. His hatred for his mother may be his disgust for "being born by himself", so he has the imagination of chasing the mother in the wedding dress, and intends to return to his mother's marriage when he gets married. Birth was stifled in the bud. From this perspective, he re-examined his previous quarrel with his mother. He and her mother were more similar than he imagined, the same stubbornness, the same irritability, the same selfishness, and the same communication barriers. So what he really wants to kill the most is actually "self", the fear of his homosexuality, the denial of himself, the disgust of himself so bad, but he cherishes his own feelings too much, so he can only be in a constant contradiction migrating in the deep sea—I love me, I hate me, and never stop.
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