As mental patients, as people who have suffered severe psychological trauma, their hearts are so fragile. So they desperately built a strong and airtight fortress around them, and adopted various methods that ordinary people could not understand to protect themselves. They don't want to experience injury anymore, and avoiding normal contact with people is to avoid injury. Their world is themselves, and they themselves are the whole world. They reject other people, and other people reject them. They are alone.
When a person’s heart is completely destroyed, God’s choice is to leave his soul alone forever. Loneliness, the loneliness that cannot be broken through or perceivable; loneliness, the loneliness that has no beginning or end; loneliness, the loneliness that others cannot understand, nor can oneself understand.
The inner loneliness is terrible. It's terrible that no one resonates with you. It is terrible not to hear the voice that belongs to me. All the people are in a circle, and you are the only one outside. You feel terrified, helpless, and abandoned by the world. You exist, but the world doesn't seem to feel your existence. As a result, negativity, low self-esteem, despair, and frustration make you extreme. As a result, there is no longer a boundary between right and wrong. Therefore, only with shocking and extreme means can you re-prove and perceive your own existence. Thus, there was that classic bathroom murder, and then there was all the beyond common sense and shocking.
In fact, not all mental patients are at risk. For example, those mental patients who are completely immersed in their fantasy world are much safer than some normal people. The dangerous ones are those who are hovering in the "normal" and "abnormal" worlds, with nowhere to put their hearts and nowhere to take refuge. They are the loneliest, the most helpless, and therefore the most dangerous, such as Norman.
We call ourselves normal people, but don’t we have times when we are delirious? On the surface, we are living a noisy and lively life, but how many people are really not alone in their hearts? We laugh at the weirdness of mental patients and fear their perversion. How many people still maintain a simple, pure, healthy and active mind? While we do not know the so-called sigh and puzzlement towards them, have we discovered and reflected on our own loss?
In our eyes, they are mentally ill; in their eyes, maybe we are too.
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