In September, I watched two funeral dramas. One is BoJack Horseman and the other is London Life. I originally thought that I had been watching the funeral drama for a long time, so I will watch some digestible movies from October to adjust my taste, so after being known by the great god Amway, I picked this one called "Wonderful Brain Hole-Opening Heavy Taste" "The Swiss Army Knife Man". After reading the results, I found that in order to attract attention these days, I have posted all kinds of labels.
Hank ready to commit suicide
Hank, who had drifted to an isolated island in the Pacific Ocean and was about to commit suicide, suddenly saw Manny washed ashore by the waves. However, Manny had become a cold corpse at this time, and Hank was instantly disappointed, so he picked up the idea of suicide again. But when Hank believes Manny is there for a reason, the journey of self-redemption begins.
Manny is probably really the god sent by God to save Hank. As a corpse, he still farts all the time, and his farting skills are very good. He can make a kayak, make a fire and even make a soundtrack. What's even more amazing is that after Hank's tireless brainwashing to Manny, Manny actually came to life because he felt the love from Hank. When he came alive, Manny has more powerful functions, such as a mobile water dispenser, a human compass, etc., Like a Swiss Army Knife, it's portable and omnipotent.
I thought it was just a brain hole, a story of Robinson and Friday's survival in the wilderness, but the ending was terrifyingly cruel: it turned out that Hank had never been far from this society, he had been hiding in the back mountain of the girl he liked. Self-fantasy and intoxication, which is what we usually call "stalking perverts".
The deepest impression is that after Hank was taken out of the trapped island by Manny, he woke up and found that the first sentence he said when he came to the new world was:
"Hello, world!"
From beginning to end, Hank didn't really want to die, he just Fear of being alone.
In our eyes, Hank may really be defined as a pervert, with an Oedipus complex, stalking and peeping at the girl he likes. He is inferior, cowardly, timid, unable to integrate into the society, has no close friends, and has lost the courage to live. Such a person is a complete "loser" in society.
In the end, he was scared, no one could really understand him, no one could be his friend, he felt lonely, so perverted, so he wanted to kill himself. And when he finds that a person who does not criticize his bad behavior and can listen to him attentively suddenly breaks into his life, even if this person is just a cold corpse, he feels very excited and cherished: I can finally do it in front of you. back to myself.
Why do we feel lonely?
I thought it was because my heart was not strong enough to make the grievances and grievances have a gap to take advantage of. I thought it was because I didn't meet a partner who could be with me for the rest of my life, so I was uneasy all day long. I thought it was because my life was too leisurely. How much extra time to think about these idiots' questions.
But why do you still feel a little guilty when everyone says "you have a really strong heart", why even if you have a partner, you still think that no one in this world can really understand you, why you don't want to talk too much when you are so busy every day, but As soon as you stop, a sense of emptiness fills your heart?
Why should we escape loneliness?
We swipe the Moments over and over again pointlessly, complaining about how much time we waste on our mobile phones every day, but we can’t help but open it again, because it seems that we can have a little sense of security.
We swipe the popular Weibo every day, and then open the comments to see which jokes are freshly released. After smiling and pointing to the comments, we made our own comments, and then clicked on the next Weibo. Do the same thing, as if that would prove that I exist in this world.
We say that we want to return to our inner voice and face our true selves, but when we really set foot in a secluded place, we can’t help but take pictures to commemorate or share them. In the end, we still dare not face our own heart.
We are afraid of being alone.
I used to think I enjoyed being alone, I thought I enjoyed being alone. Every time when someone mentions travel, I always say proudly: I like traveling alone. As if I was different from everyone else, I dared to venture into an unfamiliar environment by myself.
But when people ask me: "Why do you like traveling alone?", my answer is: because you can quietly see the living conditions of the people around you, and you can see what they are doing.
In fact, I have never been out of the crowd. I am proud of traveling alone, but it is just another way to integrate into the crowd.
"I've never been happy for a day."
This is a conversation I overheard between a patient and a doctor. When I heard it, I thought it was absurd. How can people not be happy for a day. But my friend asked me, "Is there anything I can be happy about recently?" I found that I couldn't answer for a while.
We all think we are born proud, but in fact we are only born alone. We are always thinking of ways to numb ourselves and keep ourselves busy, and it seems that life is so packed that there is no room for it. But in the dead of night, he is hypocritical and longing for someone who truly understands him to accompany him.
We long to be cared for, we long to be noticed, and we desperately try to absorb even a little sense of existence from all the ways we can, just to make ourselves feel that I am needed.
We need to prove that we really exist by being needed by others.
I suddenly remembered a sentence my ex asked me before breaking up with me,
"Do you think you need a boyfriend?"
I was silent for a long time, but the answer I gave was
"I could have not needed it",
but I actually knew that I needed it very much
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