i leave myself

Trycia 2022-10-20 10:27:37

In this world, there may be no such thing as Mengpo soup, but even if the possibility is very small, I may still lose my memory by being smashed by a flower pot that fell from the balcony. When I think of this, I suddenly feel refreshed. Finally there is hope.

"Samantha Who" maximizes that hope, and then puts it on for us. Forgetting who you are, forgetting all the people who know you and everything that happened, how exciting it is, life starts anew, it's like a chance to be born again, like a gift from God.

In the play, like everyone's thinking, the new me is bound to be stronger than the previous me. It may be difficult, but the new me will still actively repair the wrong things that the old me has done and rebuild the lost feelings. In fact, if I really did it all over again, I would still be me. Change a group of people, change a place, modern people have been daydreaming of escaping the city. But no matter how far we are, we will still allow ourselves to expand and expand until we are filled with new environments and cannot escape ourselves, which is our real pain.

So, not only do we need to be knocked out by the flowerpot, it's better to have the brain parts reassemble into another puzzle while having a concussion, so that when we wake up, we can objectively see the previous one from another person's point of view. For yourself, think about whether you should abandon your old self and start over.

After all, it's not so easy to wait for a flowerpot to fall from the sky. I want to start manually deleting my memory while waiting for the flowerpot, or make a copycat with amnesia. Boxes full of student-age clutter left over from moving house, it's best to let it continue to pick up dirt in the closet. Fortunately, I no longer remember many past events, which is convenient for cleaning up memory garbage. Next, some memories created by people who can't forget now are not so easy to get hold of. If you can't remove yourself from his/her life, you have to remove him/her from your own life. At the same time, chant to yourself: Time will make me forget everything, and the flowerpot will fall. Uh. . . As a result, I don't know whether the flower pot or Alzheimer's came first. . .

This fall, Samantha will continue to be with me, and when will I be able to leave myself and become Ms. Newly?

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