For nearly six years, I've only watched comedies, or more precisely, only the comedies I've ever watched.
Happy family, my insomnia companion, open any episode before you lie down, close your eyes and listen to Frasier and Niles make a noise, even if you can't sleep, it won't be too hard.
No matter what music you like to set as your wake-up ringtone, getting up will not be a pleasant thing. In less than 3 days, your favorite music has become your annoying noise. However, Friends will not. When you turn off the alarm clock in the morning, an episode of Friends will magically disappear when you wake up, and it will also give you some hope for life, which is the best wake-up partner.
When eating, just open an episode of I Love My Home or 1988 for dinner. When the food is delicious, the meal is more fragrant, and when the food is unpalatable, it helps to swallow. After eating, look at it for a while and laugh twice to help digestion.
So isn't comedy good, and is it wrong to bask in the good old days?
I can't figure out why I want to watch Melrose, do I have to watch the next drama if I get a free VIP?
Over the years, I have become more and more unable to empathize with the pain of others. I silently compare the pain in their mouths with everything I have experienced, and I despise people who are easier than me to talk about pain.
Are they overestimating their own pain or underestimating the pain of others?
Strict father, cowardly mother who is used to self-deception, was sexually abused in childhood. Isn't that me? The difference is probably that it was my neighbor who raped me. So how old are you? It was only 4 years old. When I was a teenager, I realized that I was probably not a virgin, and fell into the abyss of low self-esteem and depression, and even covered myself in the summer. How old did I get cancer? It was only 25. Did my boyfriend leave me because of this? Indeed it is.
But so what? Why do everyone think of depression, dryness, and double equanimity as rebellious, piercing, and puppy love in adolescence, which is another label that marks themselves out of the ordinary. However, people who have experienced hardships never regard the pain they have suffered as a "flag" or "leverage", even subconsciously. I don’t bother anyone, just hide and digest it myself, put on a mask of optimism and positivity every day, and even try my best to empathize with others’ pain and comfort others.
On the fourth day of the first lunar month, an old college friend called me to meet. Saying that they are old friends is actually just the frequency of meeting once a year, chatting once a year just to meet formally, such an unfamiliar relationship. She told me that because of her failed relationship, she was depressed, unable to come out, drinking and promiscuous, hoping to get my comfort and empathy. I guessed and translated her words in her heart, "Look at how youthful and painful literature I am, please comfort me." I really tried very hard to empathize with her. Listening to her collapse, crying, smashing wine bottles, persuading her not to make an appointment, listening to her one-way output, repeatedly chewing on the little pain of her own. This is a great torture for me. Every time she says a word, I have to suppress my inner retort. What kind of pain is this? When has she cared about my various things over the years, cared about my struggles, illnesses, and tortures?
The truth is, she didn't even consider me a friend, it's just that the holidays are over and her friends are not around, and she just can't allow the world to have no one around her even one day. Her life has been smooth and smooth. She has never had setbacks. She is beautiful, versatile, works in a big factory, and has thousands of options. When she was in her 30s, she encountered a relationship that was not so smooth. People who are smooth sailing, they have such a low tolerance for pain. I don't know whether to envy or sympathize.
After the holiday, she cut off contact with me, and the circle of friends continued to take beautiful photos, dance, and drink. The annual ripples that I had in her world have been cleaned up. She is not only physically isolated from my world, It is the isolation of the soul. Should we empathize with people who are "easier" than ourselves and bear more, should we be downward compatible with the "emotions" of those who bear relatively less? These are the topics I will think about and reflect on next.
But in my world, I'm Patrick, and I'm the version that didn't break down, and never did. Instead of using alcohol, drugs, and sex to escape life, I chose to face the pain itself. Do I think Patrick is cowardly? Yes, he is simply a weakling. His pain was nothing compared to me. But can I understand his attitude of avoiding solving problems? I can. Even though he has been grinding for many years, and even through marriage, he has been involved in life itself one by one. He has not relieved his fear, cowardice, and escape from the root cause, and has rashly become a husband and father, passing on his pain. , imposed on others, which I absolutely do not approve. But the differences between people cannot be eliminated.
Patrick's abyss is climbed out on your own, there is absolutely no one who can help you. I always recognize Sam's line "There's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo, and it's worth fighting for."
Maybe the world is tight, relaxation is accidental stealing.
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