Are you and me freaks?

Bobo developed Tourette's disease, a rare mental control disorder that has no cures so far. Poor boy, this is the theme I first captured when I was watching the film. Most people suffering from this disease have abandoned themselves in a corner of the world, complaining and cowardly. I didn't despise them. If it was me, I would probably choose to avoid them. Because you can't change the worldly perspective alone, the so-called first impression is abominable. In the huge word of society, you are dispensable, even if you change your style, you may not be able to brush anyone's face.
The saddest thing about the film is that anyone with a defect will try to conceal his incompleteness, but Bobo can't. Loss of mental control makes him unable to stop the constant strange noises and convulsions. Tourette's syndrome is like a mischievous child who makes you annoying and embarrassing you, and you have to be grieved for this child after suffering injustice and winks. Apologize.
Bobo became a teacher and was replaced by a child as a weirdo on the first day, a freak. He remains humorous, smiling, patient, and optimistic. So we saw that the freak teacher began to be favored, relied on, and trusted by the children, and eventually became the most outstanding freak teacher.
Bobo couldn't whitewash himself as Mr. Normal. Wearing a freak hat, he struggled to embrace his dream and finally arrived. "That is never let anything stop you from chasing your dream; from working or playing or falling in love." This is what Bobo said on the podium, and it is also my favorite sentence.
However, you and I are not freaks, your nervousness, your anxiety, your sadness, your resentment, your joy, all emotions must be accompanied by small different normal behaviors. As an "ordinary person" in front of the screen, I began to rejoice that how much of my weird temper, weird taste, and weird thoughts have not been grasped, and become a handle for classifying as an alien. We realized it, and began to learn to hide and hide. Without realizing it, we blurred its definition and consciously moved closer to the "normal". Even if it is accidental exposure, you can use it as a life spice, look around and make a haha, so natural.
The strange thing is that we get recognition from around us, like a flexible gas, filling every gap in society casually, and at a certain moment, we will be pleasantly surprised to see through someone's alternative. When the whole world is neat and uniform, the weirdo suddenly lights up your eyes, but you don't say it, you are very happy, and there is a kind of contradiction between worrying and eager to be exposed.
You and I are not freaks. Fortunately, we can hide, shrink, and change. How lucky we are, how embarrassed we are.

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