Many years ago, I read a novel based on the breakfast club on a certain website, and its content is nothing more than the difference and misunderstanding to the final ice-breaking process. After I was in college, I happened to hear my roommate talk about the distinct hierarchies in the student union and the incredible weirdo in the school. It reminded me of this film that was played at the beginning of the 1980s four or five years ago. The story is very simple. Five very different high school students were fined to stay in school on weekends for their own mistakes. In the meantime, it was slowly discovered that everyone had the same confusion and fear about the present and the future. For a long time in the past, I have always wanted to write a short story with an American high school background. The story seems to have so many cliché homecomings, football quarterbacks, cheerleaders, nerds, and freaks. Being "naturally selected" into different groups is just like the tiny reflection of the adult world: people are busy with many things every day, and most people do not know who they are for most of the time. And what I want to talk about is exactly such a process of bridging the differences between each other.
The meaning of the breakfast club is like an opening prelude. I fell on the cramped wooden bed in the dormitory, and drew the curtain to reject all the light in the real world. In the darkness, I went to the 80s alone. I was a queen, a sports star, and again. Nerds are criminals and freaks, I seem to be a Frankenstein made up of fragments of their souls, laughing silently and crying at the same time. Those rebellious spirits and premature adventurism that died early in my life seem to be accusing me of premature maturity. Now when I look back, I find that I have rarely had such a "breakfast club" moment in the past eighteen years. ——Give myself a lot of blank time, sitting still, lost and exchanging thoughts with the weird people in my eyes. There is a "self-development" module in the excerpts before the college entrance examination. It recorded a sentence I read in a magazine by Yohji Yamamoto: "The thing "self" is invisible. It hits something else and bounces back. Only then can I understand the "self". Therefore, when you collide with the strong things, terrible things, and high-level things, you then know what "self" is. This is the self. "Just like the protagonist in the movie, if There is no such an opportunity to stay in school and reflect. Maybe they will never change. There will be no such time to reflect on "what am I doing and what kind of person am I" in their life. And I, at this moment, God’s perspective , What kind of person is I who is aloof?
There is also an interesting metaphor in the movie, let me call it a metaphor for the time being. Carl, the cleaner, was once the Man of the Year in 1969. I don't want to tell myself some empty talk about the impermanence of the world. I want to leave some blanks here, at least a little room for myself to have the opportunity to self-examine.
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