I just realized that maybe, psychologists should watch this film and create a "double companion growth therapy".
Once, the male protagonist pointed directly at the source of the problem and asked Margaret "why does my mother hate her", she just looked at him warmly and quietly replied "there may be an unknown reason". That's it, no more text. No cognition, no REBT, no gestalt inspiration, just companionship.
Good company makes people grow.
At first, one was a big vulgar, a broken jar, and a foolish life.
One is elegant, delicate and leisurely, and takes no haste or slow in dealing with life.
Any more examples?
He was wearing bibs that didn't match his age, with messy hair and an unrestrained body. He kicked the iron door of his employer with resentment, complaining that the other party had deducted two hours' wages from him.
She is a clean and elegant cardigan in pink, and her curvy silver hair and wrinkles are harmonious and comfortable. The details are even more impeccable - even if you go for a walk in the park, you have to carry the elegant habit of carrying a bag.
He lives in a junk car, can't spell words completely, and makes a living by doing all kinds of chores for others.
The small area of her room is full of books, and on the walls are certificates issued by the WHO and photos of herself practicing medicine when she was young.
He has a mother, but no maternal love. He is called an idiot. He grows up with accusations and dislikes. He struggles with not knowing how to get along with his mother.
She had no husband and no children, and was alone, but she did not complain and lived a quiet and peaceful life.
He does things out of order, and can even screw up the good intention of recommending his friends to beautiful women, and his empathy ability is extremely poor.
On the first afternoon she spent together, she first said "young man" and pulled him into a good coexistence track, allowing him to accept her. She is an excellent psychotherapist.
On the second afternoon, he gave her a box of vegetables he had grown himself. Pay attention to the container—the old wooden box. Although it was natural, casual, and solid, it was really not particular, and it was in line with his style.
On the third afternoon, she gave him a dictionary, even if it was an old dictionary, it was carefully wrapped in paper, which fit her style.
On the fourth afternoon, when he visited her, he prepared a bouquet of simple and white wildflowers. (Please note this obvious change: his girlfriend thought the flowers were for him, and when he didn’t expect to receive them one day to question him, he unconsciously said, “Why should I send you flowers?” This shows that sending flowers is not his normal behavior. It's not his style, this is growth)
I can't remember how many afternoons there are, anyway, after that, it's growth, growth...
He buys books, starting from practicing reading simple books; he spends less time with friends, and he pays more attention to words; He took off his overalls and put on a suit; he carried his deranged mother to bed, thinking that "people will always cry at his mother's grave", his eyes were full of worry; I began to understand, sympathize, and feel sorry for my mother; when I learned that my girlfriend was pregnant, I no longer hesitated, but embraced happily; in the end, I decided to lose the opportunity to accompany my mother, and never lose the opportunity to accompany the "spiritual mother". Especially "snatch" away from the nursing home.
Perfect!
But what's the point of growing up on the one hand, in fact, Margaret is growing up too:
at the end, she exclaims defiantly and gracefully: "My God, this is out of order, and we have no time to do it. Discharge procedures" ... chattering, chattering, laughing, and having a loud voice - that's not her style either! However, this change, isn't it more cute?
Also, she tore off a piece of long bread he was gnawing on and chewed it. This is the most interesting, on the second afternoon together, she had rejected his long bread because she wanted to remain elegant...
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