The slides are generally boring faces and daily routines. Both same-sex couples and heterosexual couples can't escape the trivial nagging, the awkward moments that are relatively silent and cause auditory hallucinations, can't escape the trivial trivial gains and losses, and can't escape the disappointment of others. The girl said, nothing's worse than to be ordinary. That's right.
I don’t like a man’s complaint: "Man, I get exhausted by watching her." "She used to be happy; We used to be happy." Man, it’s not that the wife who is no longer happy makes your life like this, But decades of day after day dullness makes you so. It's not that job that is not honest enough to make your life like this, but that day-to-day dullness makes you like this. Women also complained endlessly, "The roots of that big tree have grown into my yard!" "This party is very important to me, please..." "Oh. You don't want to think about mortgage issues, you just want to. Let me take care of everything alone!" And the other woman, apparently already suffering from more serious symptoms than "complaining", she has no idea how to deal with her emotions, she always turned her face in a gloomy trance, and opened her face dry. With big white dangling eyes. Man, I get exhausted to all of the complaint.
How come there are so many complaints? Always take the trouble to wear reading glasses, and think about your own gains and losses. The result is always only a loss and no profit. Therefore, it is affirmed that the other party has "surplus." This habit of thinking, whether it is complaining to myself or to others, makes me feel unbearable. Whether it is reasonable or not, I just want to be free from these dual gains and losses.
My girlfriend asked me, why is it always easier to complain about the other person in your relationship than to complain about yourself? Like that
"She used to be happy." Isn't it a very common tune? Days are always longer than happiness, and the passion of love crosses the night sky of eachother. In the end, it is not clear whether it is love or not. Breaking up, I think, there is no reason, just because too ordinary to endure.
Recently, many people around me want to get married, and many people ask me about marriage. I dare not say to these bright-faced people that marriage is very pessimistic to me. A path to infinite ordinary. I can't see the hope that I won't become the tough, loud laughter and chattering woman in American Beauty. I think every woman at home will end up like that, that image that scared me to cry.
There is an angel in every scary film, Ricky is. The omnipotent power behind the white plastic bag flying in the wind is too familiar to me. Every typhoon day, when I stand in a small forest facing the violent leaf vortex, I close my eyes and feel the invisible huge energy violently kneading me, taking away all the things I don’t like on my body. Shattered. Richy is an angel, facing the ordinary, he didn't complain, didn't escape, he just went to find out. He is so beautiful that when I watched him and Jane walking down the long road and chatting softly, I was very worried that when they grew up, they were all blind.
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