Hand in My Pocket

I remember yesterday, he was still sitting on my bed, eating my dinner cruelly. "You should relax yourself, don't keep talking about it all the time, and don't keep watching some boring movies." As for the boring explanation, he spent a full meal, and the simple memory is: the so-called boring is the whole Faced with a huge machine with countless parts, you stare at it closely, trying to figure out the trajectory of one or several production lines, but the gears are connected to the gears, the crawler covers the crawler, and finally you are completely rumbled by this rumble. The loud guy is dizzy, and all the lines are tangled in your head, forming a mess that can no longer be sorted out. . . I have absolutely no appetite, I really don't understand how he can talk about an oiled machine with a mouth full of food, calling it me, vomit, nausea, endocrine disorders!
"Don't be too stubborn, I'll show you a movie and make sure you can sleep peacefully tonight." Although I was reluctant and in no mood, I still watched this Woody Allen movie. As a result, I started to feel sleepy at the end, and when I woke up, I only remembered the girl who was used to pocketing and the line above.
Annie, maybe not pretty, not smart, not reliable, but very funny, even when you say something clumsy and lackluster, she can give a wonderful and soothing response, sometimes, you can feel how wonderful that is thing. However, she is not used to loneliness. Perhaps the best aspect of human nature is loneliness, but she strongly rejects it. And she spends her best efforts to make the people around her reject loneliness. Although her wishes are good, it can make those who love her exhausted and even a little desperate. In fact, it's not Annie's fault, it's just that we like to think alone and be alone when we encounter some difficult problems, which makes our minds clearer after killing all the pain and sorting out all the confusion. We are so used to it, we even like it. A person who rejects loneliness, no matter how in harmony with you, how tacit understanding, can only part ways after all. Then, just when you were enveloped in loneliness again, you suddenly realized the preciousness of that girl, but unfortunately, it was too late. Your story with her, like life itself, will never be perfect.
I really want to be an Annie type of person, always thinking that I am the strongest person, the most rational person, the most dashing person, and the person who will not have any ties. In the end, however, he did not become such a person.
Suddenly I remembered the song in Hand In My Pocket:
"what it all comes down to is that everything's gonna be quite alright, 'cause i've got one hand in my pocket and the other one is flicking a cigarette, and what it all comes down to is that i haven't got it all figured out just yet'cause i've got one hand in my pocket and the other one is giving the peace sign..." The
eternal contradiction may only be a kind of Psychological suggestion.
Maybe when I didn't realize it, the hand had already stretched out from the pocket, probably expecting the other hand.

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