We have mothers who used to be beautiful, ended up doing mediocre jobs, married mediocre men, and grafted their young dreams on their daughters.
We have a quiet dad who hides in the car drinking beer and watching football, avoiding all head-to-head confrontations with his wife and neighbors.
We have a thin body and a bright smile, but when we pick up the guitar, we growl like a different person. We have a boyfriend who doesn't take the initiative to call for a month but loves his girlfriend deeply.
We have freckles, dreaming of a new life full of passion, but we can only work in small restaurants, and occasionally get drunk and need to help her pull up her hair, and finally got out of the town's best sister with an A in her homework .
We had teammates who became mothers with dark circles under their eyes but never attended the post-game party.
We have seemingly fierce opponents, and it took us more than 30 years to find the only thing we were good at in our life, so we tried our best.
We have our former selves. young. Instilled the right things by parents. Just around the corner. Take it for granted that no grown-up is cool. There is nowhere to be energetic. Precocious. I want to make friends who are older than myself, so I pretend to be mature. She felt that life was a shell, and when she was sixteen or seventeen, everyone was eager to find the seam in the shell. For her, it was roller skating, and for many others, it was literature and rock. Whatever that seam is, we're going to drill down through it later.
Watching this movie in a pool of stagnant water, I have long since emerged from the shell of my parents and teachers' ivory tower, and have already stood in a larger shell. Complaining that I can't find anything more exciting to do than I used to. It turns out that our life is like a Russian nesting doll, but I haven't grown up enough.
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