If people's memory is like a notebook that never knows when it will be full, then everyone who edits this notebook will have more or less obvious or slight biases and tendencies. Many times, what we once wanted to keep in our memory is often blurred by his appearance, his badness, and his most fundamental attitude. What is left in our minds may have been the result of thousands of beautifications or vilifications.
To be precise, when something happens to everyone, it may seem huge to us, but it is often meaningless to others. But despite this, I still want to record it. In fact, the reason is very simple: I still want to remember him, whether it is biased or biased.