As a family doctor, Bitlitz participates in the family's private social life: I thought to myself, whether as a hostess or Bitlitz, I would not let this happen, let alone make it worse. But for drama, conflicts always have to be sharper, and small contradictions should be taken under the mirror if they are caught. Background, class, concept, position... these interconnected kinds are the flint and flint between people. Once the restraint of comity is lost and the force is too strong, the spark will burst. It is a very simple and unsolvable thing, very realistic but too common. The big deal is not the same as their knowledge: all the bad things can always be relieved by thinking like this. Therefore, when I first saw it, I was actually quite disdainful. I think it's just a fuss. To this day, I have entered such a dinner party.
I suddenly discovered that the point may not lie in the above, but only in the fact that Bitlitz is passive and recognized for joining the dinner. Recognized, she joined the banquet as a friend of the host, just like the visitor. It’s just that we all overlooked that friends really need to distinguish between different levels. This distinction does not carry any color. Compared to making a mess, making a difference is true respect for these friends.
Let me talk about this dinner. It's actually breakfast.
During the exchange study in Japan, some Chinese in the school have the need to order animal offal and animal organs for food (_(:з」∠)_chicken, pig, duck, beef liver, chicken, duck wings, pork tripe, etc. ), and gradually got together in a group, usually in the group there are chatty words, it looks very lively. It’s the Japanese New Year, the undergraduate course is closed, the preparatory course for graduate school has just finished the entrance test, and it happens to be the weekend, and graduate and doctoral students are also available. Everyone wants to gather for a meal, play a board game, and sing. Sing it. We gathered the number of people, and finally wrapped up the night in KTV, all night together. (Playing with Werewolf Kill _(:з」∠)_) A group of people jumped and jumped crazy into the early hours of the morning. After they dispersed, several people went out of KTV to find a store to fill their stomachs. (Yoshinoya is open 24 hours a day! The shops are closed at 5 in the morning, which is too painful)
6 people in a row. Two essays and four principles. Two men and four women. The age ranges from 20 to 30. Two men and two women are studying theories. One man has just passed the postgraduate entrance examination, one man is in graduate school, one woman is in undergraduate studies, and the other woman is in doctoral studies. The two girls are studying literature, and they will come to Japan for short-term exchanges and study the target language. Everyone eats face to face. The banquet was already embarrassing, because of all kinds of unspeakable differences. Or everyone is tired, take a good rest.
But at this time, I did something extremely ignorant and ridiculous. That female doctor is a tumor researcher, enters the operating room, surgery, and clinic. it turns out! I told people that during the show, the doctor washed his hands and caught them in the air, then rushed to the operating room and wandered around and put on his clothes. He was very handsome. Maybe what people think is all the diseased tissue to be separated and the operation room is a long time of hard work. Or maybe there are ridiculous and ridiculous sections of the 10,000 film and television sections? In short, the female doctor completely ignored me and bowed her head to eat. I was so miserable at the silent dining table for a while. My original intention is to use my knowledge to talk about all the knowledge of doctors so as to make it a common topic that can continue to be discussed. The result was counterproductive, detonating some uncontrollable thunders. I regret it now, but what does the female doctor want me to talk to her? Maybe I want me to shut up. After all, she is a shrewd and powerful woman, she must not stand my twittering mother-in-law. Classify the knowledge background as an absolute obstacle. Maybe we should continue to talk about the tactics of werewolf killing, this is our consensus. After all, everyone was having fun in the board game. But it was obviously out, and no one wanted to talk about the game anymore. Talking about some reality, their reality and our reality, but there are too few common factors that can be extracted.
Add one. There was no love to go, but the person who fought the game sent a message and asked me to be embarrassed not to go. Then I probably became another Bitlitz. Obviously, the recognition is only due to a certain fragile and substandard point, but they have expanded their authority and thought they are extremely smart... Maybe they don't think I am a person who can talk to in life. This seems to be making a fuss more and more sensitively and suspiciously. He buttoned a big hat on the simple disagreement. Hey. Social activities always make me sad.
Maybe just after this moment, I remind myself to always learn to stick a label. Don't burden alcohol and meat friends, don't draw debate objects and play the world. If you want to confuse the world, get a touch of warmth. A sense of proportion. Too important.
But if you don't get confused but try to be yourself, the exchanges I really hope are evenly matched. A fight is really good. I attacked with the purpose of smashing the opponent, and found that I only broke some corners but couldn’t break him, and hoped that he would break some of my corners and break some of my corners. We all helped each other stay here. The purest part below. That's great.
So my essence may be that this female doctor complains about me and breaks some of my stereotypes. In the eyes of the female doctor, these things of yours are broken, and you love to stay, so that you don't bother to care about you. Refusal to talk is more terrifying indifference than conflict and sparks. So I am probably worse than the heroine. This is of course the highest level of dissatisfaction with strangers in a more restrained reality.
They are evenly matched, so they are suitable for each other and do not dare to think highly of themselves. This is my ideal. But this ideal is undoubtedly too difficult, and it is always easy for me to stare at some common factors so as to be overly optimistic and decide that the ecstatic person in front of me will be a perfection who fell in love with me. As a result, they often frightened everyone away too hard, and sometimes it aroused anger. This kind of behavior is commonly known as me: stubbornness.
To say that this is a circle dilemma is not. It's just the unsolvable dilemma I set for myself. Or we all have similar moments. Similar to the simple and untimely moments of Bitlitz at the dinner party. Because of eagerness, please allow me to excuse me like this.
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