I'm here to tell a story of someone whose life is kinda boring.
This idea originated from a person's words: Is there a book that writes about a person's boring and failed life, like a running account?
That's kind of like me, I guess. Maybe it's also the life of many people, but I'm not sure. When you are very sure of something, there will always be people who question you and refute you. I don't think it's wrong, on both sides. Both sides are right. This is life, there is no right or wrong. All there is in life are feelings, my own feelings, which are not right or wrong, because they only belong to me and are really a very personal thing. If it resonates with you, it is no longer what it is, "it" becomes your feeling, not mine.
Sorry, I seem to be confused, but that's on point, isn't it: a boring person talking about boring nonsense. Isn't that why I'm here?
There are too many trivial stories that may not be necessary for people to know. Really, why do these records of ordinary trivial things exist in the world?
But I still remember someone writing about hunger. The belly was so thin that only a layer of paper was left, and the dark green intestines underneath could be seen. It was many times more alive than the number of people who died of famine in a certain month in a certain year. I also remember someone writing that after seeing the bloody scene on TV, wow, those were real machine guns pointing at the people, so the impact was doubled. But as I live longer, everything gradually becomes a pale three-character story like he went to college, he fell in love, he went abroad, and she got married.
In fact, I wrote this down with no expectation that anyone would like "me." Although there is indeed such a person in this world who loves this "me" that much, at least once. This is of course "my" luck to be able to make people fall in love with me. Just like someone said, "Everyone in life is an actor, and they must have a basic audience, so they have to fall in love." But also because I am so familiar with it, I know all the dark places and all the weaknesses of "me". Really, how can anyone like something that shares the same problem? At most, he would be merciful. And liking her is probably because she doesn't understand her, and because of that fatal attraction, "happiness is so miserable."
Okay, so where to start? With so many time nodes, there must be a place to start. But I think no one would be interested in hearing about the moment a person is born, if it does not involve such a bizarre and thrilling existence as a civet cat changing into a prince. Although in fact, many births from ordinary to death already contain the causes of all effects, we will leave it for later.
Therefore, this may be a person talking to himself and gibbering.