Think about why I still love watching youth dramas when I am old, probably because I like to go back to those particularly primitive confusions and pains. Many people use a hypocritical sentence when they look back on this period (I don’t want to spend time on real middle-aged people anymore. if so). But if you can experience it again, these confusions should still be so real.
Rue and Jules, a deeply ingrained self-destructive tendencies, one desperately trying to live a good life, and miraculously both failed. What's even more amazing is that they met and fell in love, but they didn't complement each other. Instead, they hurt each other fiercely, cheated, hated, pushed them away, and then continued to love each other in fantasy.
The best relationships are fantasies, and they are. For Jules, whether it's Tyler or Rue in fantasy, it just happens that someone I love loves me too, we love just right, he's hot when I'm hot, he's cold when I'm cold, and I'm hurt He hugged me tightly, and he was the first to think of me when he was sad. His body also happens to be what I like, his facial features, personality, taste, taste, he understands everything I said, there is no betrayal, deception, and will never be separated.
Ah, love, the only salvation we longed for in our hormonal adolescence, has finally become a legend that we can only imagine after our stumbling and stumbling. We occasionally miss the pleasure of being dominated by endorphins, and then we bow our heads to the life in front of us.
Compared with life, love really pales in comparison. What is life based on, I thought it was desire. Like Jules wants to be a girl, like Cal wants to be free, like Nate wants to have a normal father and orientation, like Maddy wants to be a princess all the time, like Lexi wants to be seen and recognized, like Kate wants to be the protagonist when she's fed up with foils, like Cassi wants to be determined to be loved, just like Rue wants to do nothing, not exist.
Just want to be happy.
But it is too difficult.
There are many ties, morality, conscience, secular world, family and friends who want you to change in the name of love, instinct of greed, hatred, delusion, gravitation, loss, injury, poverty, and disease.
It's hard, it's hard to be happy.
Some people get up while falling down, quickly find out the rules of the game, summarize the strategy, be indifferent to the humiliation, fight monsters and upgrade all the way, and squeeze into the forefront.
Some people are easily conquered by pure physical pleasure after being bruised and bruised. Such as food, sex, alcohol, drug.
Others are like gladiators who are forced to end, but they can't beat them, and they can't beat them, they secretly pretend to be dead.
So happiness may be a false proposition, it may be a girl with crooked braids who acquiesce in wisdom, let you transgender, have an abortion, and force you to take drugs and promiscuous sex. rain! Searching! Then he and the prince lived happily ever after.
Live it up.
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